#So getting her as his girlfriend gave him a huge ego boost

[bloodied-dagger]

man. learning that not even your girlfriend is romantically interested in you really does numbers for the ego

[magewritesstories]

Hi i was just wondering if you could write something of James potter and Fem!reader (established relationship) where basically they are at a Gryfindor party and basically there is this guy who has a huge crush on her and is being low-key creepy about it and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!!! x

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summary: James Potter doesn't share anything, especially not his girlfriend TW: underage drinking note: ngl, I don't see James as the jealous type, but he is super protective. Also idek if Amos was in their year, but for the sake of the story he is.

JAMES POTTER IS NOT A JEALOUS GUY.

Really, he isn't. But dear Godrick he's never wanted to bash someone's head in with a bottle of firewhiskey so badly—but that might just be the empty bottle talking.

He watched from a good ten feet away as Amos Diggory flirted with you with a wide smirk.

As mentioned before, James wasn't a jealous guy. He couldn't blame the stares you got whilst walking through the halls, or the way some eyes would linger when you laughed a little too loudly at one of his dumb jokes.

You were stunning, and James didn't blame people for seeing that. Hell, he was glad they did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the tiny ego boost he got from the fact that at the end of the day he was your boyfriend and not any of them.

Amos however didn't seem to understand that.

James's eyes narrowed as he slung his arm around you oh-so casually as he told a (probably stupid) joke. You gave him a small smile, a polite one—yep, definitly a stupid joke.

"You planning on murdering Diggory by glaring, mate?" Siruis asked, walking over to his best friend with a grin, "I'm afraid you're not one of those guys from Peter's superhero books—hey wormy, which one was it? With the laser eyes?"

Peter looks up from his drink in confusion, "Superman?"

"Yeah, that one," Sirius snapped his fingers, "So, is that your plan? Burning Diggory with you laser eyes?"

"The only thing burning in here is Prongs," Remus replied with a laugh. James rolled his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily decided to join in on the conversation and added in a teasing tone: "Really, 'cause you look a little uhm... green."

"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous," He replied with a scoff, glancing in your direction again, "Especially not of guys like Amos Diggory."

His friends all gave him sceptical looks as he grabbed another bottle of fire whiskey. "Why would I be jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about," He insisted, staring intently as Amos dragged you and Dorcas towards the dance floor.

"What about the fact that he's already asked out Y/N like three times?" Peter replied casually. The entire friendgroup turned towards him, "What?"

He jsut shrugged, "Yeah, he just asked her out three times in the past two hours—watching him get rejected twice was awkward, the third time it was just sad."

"And you're mentioning this now?!"

"I thought you knew, I mean you've been staring at them the entire night."

James put down his bottle of firewhiskey and made his way over to the two of you.

"That's not fair—you're just Slughorn's favourite," You replied, smiling as you whirled the drink in your hand.

Amos grinned at you, "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent more time actually listening during class you'd be able to catch up with me. Maybe."

You rolled you eyes at the statement. "Oh, please, Diggory, if anything I'm doing you a favour. If I actually tried during classes I'd leave you in the dust."

"Oh, yeah?" The blond asked, raising a brow at you, "Maybe I should return the favour by taking you to Honeydukes this weekend."

"Hmm, no, I think I'm good," You reply as politely as you can, mustering a small smile.

This was the fourth time Amos had asked you out in the past two hours. And also the fourth time you'd rejected him.

How did he not know you had a boyfriend? You'd think that after that kiss (read: pretty much a make-out session) with James after Gryffindor beat (read: wiped the floor with) Hufflepuff last quidditch match, people would know the two of you were dating.

Apparantly not.

"Besides—" A loud, familiar voice sounded as James put his arm around you shoulder— "We've already got plans for this weekend."

The brunette give you a sloppy kiss and a satisfied grin, "Don't we, babe?"

You smile and nod. "Mhm, you promised me a drink at the Three Broomsticks."

Amos looked between you and James as you gave eachother lovesick stares.

Maybe you were laying it on extra thick just for Amos but they were lovesick stares nonetheless.

"Oh, uhm, well then..." He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence. James turned to him with a raised brow, "Well, maybe you should be heading towards the firewhiskey."

Amos seemed to take the hint. Finally. He quickly scurried away and out of your sight.

You let out a sigh, "Thank you—for someone so smart that guy really doesn't know how to take a hint."

"Well, good thing you got me then," James replied, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed you again, "Your own personal superman."

You swung your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, "Mhm, so lucky."

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[theperfect-sacrifice]

A confession, truly.

NSFW

I used to say I wasn't sexual by nature, but now I have this hunger. This craving for another body against mine. I had gone through life without sex for so long. I hated being touched before I hated the feeling of another person's skin on mine. i hated kissing or holding hands. It felt sticky and gross. I lost partners over this understandably so. I thought i was acesexual, and then I had my first partner - my first sexual partner. i can say, now it was partly to satisfy them. i really only craved their approval at first, but then it grew to something more. I was hungry for them. For their skin against mine for warm hands on my body. I didn't think I'd have sex again after we broke up. I figured I only did it with them because I wanted to satisfy them. I see now it was my own hungry I wanted to satisfy.

I started having that craving again, and I thought i missed them or the intimacy that came with sex the closeness of it all. I was satisfied with that conclusion for a while, but the hunger came back, and I realized I wanted to have sex again. I did crave the intimacy of it but also the pleasure. Toys didn't satisfy that hunger. I wanted a body. A warm body to hold kiss and bite to feel against my skin. Feel a mouth on my skin

Now, i still have some standards. im not a complete whore. I looked at my close friends and talked it over with a few trying to see who would best suit my needs. Im glad I didn't go with my middle school friend, I don't want to fuck a virgin no matter how much he begged. I didn't want the responsibility of teaching someone, then again im not very experienced myself but having to pick him up and drive him around was a huge turn off.

Then there's my girly friend, who we had already discussed years ago when we wanted to try sex with another girl for the first time. Both of us wanted to try pussy but where both in a relationship. Ironically enough, we both are single at the same time, but she's a bit preoccupied with dudes from hinge. I know I could destroy her I just need her to give me a chance. When it comes to men I don't like being dom/top but with girls? Especially shorter than me. Fuck suddenly im a top with too much confidence.

And just when I thought I was out of options, he invited me out to get food. An older coworker of mine I hadn't seen in years. I always thought he was hot, but he had a girlfriend. Lucky me, they broke up, and he has also been hunger for another body. More experienced than me and has a car? Who knew the bar was so low. I like that he's older than me and makes me feel taken care of. Hes so patient and caring giving me breaks water and food in between fucking.

He also said i gave a really good head, so that's nice. Seeing his legs shake definitely was a huge ego boost.

And my god ive never been fucked like that before and I had never thought someone especially a dude would outlast me. I have decent stamina but four hours without him cumming and me squirting several times is impressive. I never knew I could make those noises, nor that it could feel that good.

[blu-joons]

You’re A Guest On I-Land ~ Enhypen Reaction

Heeseung:

The moment his eyes watched you walk onto the set as they were introduced to guest judge for the week, his heart dropped. As soon as the scene was cut, he walked across to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?�� He frantically asked.

“Because that would ruin the surprise,” you pointed out to him.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything,” he groaned, “how did you keep this a secret?”

“With a great deal of difficulty,” you laughed, admiring the shock on his face. “I don’t want to be accused of favouritism.”

His eyes widened, as his smile grew. “But if you had to pick, then you’d say that I was the one who was your favourite, wouldn’t you?”

“As a judge, I have to remain impartial,” you teased, poking against his shoulder. “You’ve got to impress me just like everyone else, otherwise you won’t be my favourite.”

He stared across at you, “but you already know how talented I am, so that should make your decision a lot easier. I’m going to make sure that I impress you.”

“There’s plenty of other people who want to impress me too,” you continued to tease him, “don’t think I’ll let you off on this one.”

“You’re really mean as a judge!”

Jay:

As you heard him groan as he tried to run through DNA yet again, you knew you were left with no other choice but to step in. “Why did you guys give us such a hard song?” He frowned, “why couldn’t you give me an easy one?”

“Because I know you can do this song justice and smash it,” you smiled.

“I’ve not got it right once,” he mumbled, “right now, I just feel like I’m going to fail.”

“Why don’t we go through the bit you’re struggling on together?” You suggested, trying to pick his mood up just a little bit.

The colour soon reappeared in his eyes, “aren’t you going to get into trouble for helping me? Do the others all get this treatment?”

“Before anything else, I’m a coach, not your girlfriend,” you reminded him, “if anyone wants my help then I’ll offer it, don’t start causing trouble for the two of us.”

His head nodded instantly, “for the sake of my ego though can we just pretend that I’m the only one that’s getting all of this from you? I don’t want the others to.”

“If it’ll make you feel better,” you chuckled, “then I’m definitely not helping anyone else, and you’re the only one who I’m supporting.”

“That makes me feel a lot better.”

Jake:

Your eyes fell on him as soon as you walked down to take your seat as they were introduced to the guest judge for the show. “What are you doing here?” You noticed Jake mouth across to you, standing behind the other trainees.

“Y/N, welcome to I-Land,” Namkoong smiled before you had the chance to respond.

“Thank you,” you quickly responded, “I’m excited to be here and see all of you guys perform.”

“They’ve been working hard this week,” Namkoong added, “are you looking for anything particular in our trainees?”

Your head nodded, making sure that Jake was listening to you. “I want someone who’s going to catch my eye and give me the performance that I need.”

“And have you seen our trainees perform before?” He continued to quiz, unaware of Jake sighing in relief when your head shook in response.

You were determined to keep it all a secret, “I haven’t. But that makes me more excited to see how just how talented you all are.”

“I’m sure none of them will let you down, having a superstar like you here is a boost that they all probably need,” he spoke, closing off the chat.

“I’ve got high expectations, so don’t let me down.”

Sunghoon:

You showed Sunghoon the move yet again in Fake Love for him to perfect, pressing your hands together as he got it spot on. “Finally!” He called out, throwing his head back and letting go of a huge sigh of relief.

“I told you that you’d get it,” you smiled, turning the music off.

“They make it look so easy,” he chuckled loudly, “how did you manage to get it so quickly?”

“There’s a reason that I’m here as a dance mentor,” you teased him, “because I’m the one that can teach you the things you struggle with.”

He walked across to you, draping his arm over your shoulders. “What would I do if I didn’t have you hear to constantly whip me into shape?”

“Probably a dance mentor who has no interest in helping you,” you laughed, “it’s one less thing for you to worry about now, you can focus back on the performance.”

His head nodded, remembering the routine he had to perfect in just a couple of days. “I just have to make sure I don’t mess it up on the night when we perform.”

“I’m sure you won’t, just have a bit of confidence in yourself,” you assured him, “and I’ll be there to support you anyway.”

“As long as your eyes are on me.”

Sunoo:

When Sunoo took you around to meet the rest of the trainees, you were pretty sure that all of them had clocked onto something between you both. “Y/N works where I train,” he repeatedly tried to tell them all.

“The two of you look close though,” Heeseung muttered to you both.

“We’re not really,” Sunoo lied, “but it’s nice for her to have a familiar face with her.”

“Are you just trying to get into her good books, so you get good feedback,” Sunghoon teased, “I’ve seen reality shows before do this.”

Sunoo’s head shook, smiling back at you. “She’s spent enough years with me to know how talented I am, I don’t need to do anything else.”

“I’ve heard good things about all of you,” you spoke up, “but having seen Sunoo perform before, I’m expecting that all of you can match him for talent?”

All of their heads shook, “we’re doing this fairly. You don’t need to worry about that, but just make sure you know that we’re definitely better than he is.”

“We’ll find out when I see you guys perform in a couple of days,” you told them, “just make sure that you do things right.”

“We’ll be better than Sunoo, you wait and see.”

Jungwon:

Your heart sunk as Jungwon fluffed up his lines to the theme song yet again, noticing how quickly all of the other boys stared across at him. “Let’s go from the top,” you spoke up, trying to stop them staring across at him.

“This was song by IU, we have to do it justice,” a trainee called out.

“It’s the same mistake constantly being made,” you heard another yell, “just let him go.”

“That’s enough,” you spoke up, unable to sit back and listen to them talk so poorly about Jungwon. “You’ve all made mistakes.”

“But he makes them constantly,” a voice spoke to you from the back of the group, “how are you always letting him get away with messing it all up?”

Your head shook at the group, “if you want me to be tougher on all of you, I can. But this is not how a group is supposed to be, so take a break.”

As the group dispersed, Jungwon made his way down to you. “You don’t need to defend me like that, I know I’m making mistakes.”

“I’m defending you as a mentor,” you quickly assured him, “but also because I can’t sit back and listen to them treat you as they are, it’s unfair on you.”

“Just, be careful, and thank you for having my back.”

Ni-ki:

You turned back as the studio door opened and Riki walked in, noticing you and Jay running through a piece of choreography again and again. “What are you doing here?” You smiled, encouraging him to join you both.

“I just thought I’d see what you were working on,” he smirked.

“Just some practice,” you nonchalantly replied, “he needed some help, so I gave it to him.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he needed your help,” you heard him mutter under his breath, encouraging Jay to head off and take five minutes.

Once he was out of the room, you glared across at him. “Are you going to tell me what all of that was about? I’m only doing my job.”

“I know,” he frowned, looking away from you. “I get that it’s your job to help us all, but it still doesn’t sit right that you’re helping the others and I just have to stand back.”

You reached your hand out for him to take, “you can’t create a scene, as much as you may want to. I’ve told you that we need to be professional about this.”

“I am professional,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “but that doesn’t mean it makes me comfortable to see others dance with you.”

“It’s not for much longer now before the show’s done.”

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Masterlist

[neoaevis]

How Much I Love You/Hate you

How Much I Love You/Hate you

Word Count: 2654

Warnings:Smut(Use of the word slut, Boss kink, Over Stimulation, Male and Female receiving, Dom Mark, Pregnant Sex, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex(Don’t forget to wrap it), Cheating,Mentions of the word gold digger , Angst,Violence;punching and mentions of hurtful words(that’s it ig pm me for more)

!! NOT PROOF READ!!

A/N: Hello my dear bbys I finished the second chapter and I really hope y’all like it and just like I said it will be indiv story first and in around the third chapter we will see some interactions between our main characters but well lol depends in what I write, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did lol and please don’t hate me if you don’t also don’t copy any of my works,you may also chat me for suggestions or give me some asks of atw with things you are curious  about and btw I will open the taglist so send me a message if you wish to be tagged enjoy💋

Chapter II

Day Before Heading To Korea

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that was shaking from the sex they just had. Mark was in a meeting that was honestly really boring when one of the intern that he has  been flirting around with started palming him under the table that makes his eyes grow wide and his dick erect, originally he wanted to keep his dick inside his pants but she palmed her faster which made him hornier, so in the middle of the meeting he stood up and made everyone confused from his actions and people asking in small murmurs if something was wrong “Let’s continue this later, lunch break” he said with a loud enough voice.

He walked to the door signaling the girl to follow him into his office once she was inside he locks the door shut pressing the girl’s back to the door “What a fucking slut you are” he said with absolute dominance that makes the girl shiver ” I w-want you sir” she said as he tries to grab Mark’s face to kiss him in which Mark refused “You are not allowed to touch me” he removes his tie grabbing the girl’s hand and tying it hard enough that it will surely bruise, due to Mark’s action she feels her clit’s dripping wetness, Mark started by removing her blouse and tossing it just wherever, seeing the lace underwear she wore his eyes grew full with lust, he went to her neck hungrily leaving small marks as he unclasp her bra, he removes her skirt now carrying her towards the sofa near his  table, he opens her legs harshly, rubbing her clit he said “Your this wet, I’ve barely done anything” he grinned, the girl was unable to open her legs from too much pleasure in which Mark reacted to by opening it wider “I’m going to punish you and make sure you will regret what you did” he exclaimed while ripping the girl’s panty, he sucked her clit harshly tightly grabbing her thighs, he then moves his tongue down her entrance which makes the girl release a loud moan, he stops and grabs her neck pulling it towards his face “You’re too loud do you want everyone in the office to know how dirty you are” his statement makes the girl’s voice hitch and even before she can give a reply he gets back to pushing his tongue in her entrance while rubbing her clit with his thumb, the pressure make the girl see stars all over ”I-I I’m cumming sir” she stated stuttering too much, Mark stops the girl felt the emptiness and she whined “You don’t get to cum yet slut” he said, he pulls her hair making her kneel he unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt pushing down his pants with his boxer “Open your mouth” he orders as he pushed her towards his dick deep down enough for her to gag , he went on and on that the girl is now crying from how it’s too much but not wanting to stop as pleasure spreads all over her as Mark felt he was close the sloppier he got in pushing her, so she took the initiative to suck him on her own and not long after he came in her throat, saltiness filling her palate.

He pulls her bending her over his desk, he thrust inside her slowly before he slams harder and deep “S-sir you feel so good” his ego got boosted with her compliment thrusting harshly to make sure she would have a hard time walking and for her to learn her lesson, he grabs both of her boobs pushing her towards him deepening every thrust and soon after the girl clenched around Mark “You’re cumming huh?” “Y-yes” she said and Mark slaps her but really hard “You need to call me sir for you to cum” he said demanding her to follow “Y-ye yes sir please make this slut cum” soon after she cums and after a few more thrusts Mark follows, he gave her three more sharp thrusts befor pulling out.

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that fell down shaking from sex, “Your on the pill right” he inquired remembering he came inside her.

“Oh shit, I-I’m not on the pill sir” she said while she tries to stand up but fail, Mark then removed his tie from the girl and began collecting his clothes putting them back on one by one.

“I will tell my secretary to buy you some plan B make sure to take it” he said as he pulls his tie up signaling he will be leaving already.

“What if I don’ take it” she asked teasingly but Mark did not take it well slamming his palms towards the desk she is leaning to “Why did you fuck me is to get yourself pregnant for money?” he exclaimed, fear has spread across the girl’s face making her feel small.

Mark grabs his check in his desk and wrote 1 million dollars worth of money “Here’s the money so make sure to take it” he throws it towards her face.

“Are you just going to leave me, how about me right now or my panty at least” the girl said feeling pathetic and which Mark replied with a scoff giving her another check worth another million.

“I believe the money is enough now” he said walking away now and stopping before opening the door to say “I don’t care about you, what we did was just sex and nothing more so get out of here as fast as you can” and he left as anger spread all over him.

Flashback to College

Truth be told Mark is actually sensitive about pregnancy topics, there was this girl that he loved so deeply when he was just eighteen years old her name was Mina, he spent his youth loving and protecting her, she was poor unlike Mark which his parent’s disliked and protested that she was only a gold digger that is after his money, Mark even went through extreme lengths for her, from buying her expensive gifts to giving every part of him, even arguing with his parents every day and when she got pregnant when they were twenty he was extremely happy, he thought his life was complete with her not until one day when he went to her apartment he heard moans from her room “God, Mark doesn’t even know what we are doing, fucking around like this” said Mina “He is like a puppy following you around” exclaimed the man “Baby if not for his money I won’t be even fucking him, nor get pregnant plus you’re way better in bed” she said moaning, it made Mark really angry and pained, he slams the door open to which shocked the both of them.

“What the fuck did you just say y-you” he said as his voice breaks from too much pain that the love of his life gave him “Only loved me for money” Mina get’s herself off from the man as she tries to get close to Mark “ Mark no you, you heard wrong, I love you not because of your money” he pushed Mina away as he made eye contact with the guy making him punch him hard releasing all the anger “ I did not hear wrong, how dare you cheat on me” he said eyeing Mina, she begged Mark all over and over  and the man she was having sex with said “Just leave that good for nothing asshole Mina” his words made every vein from Mark pop that’s why he punches the guy again and again and again in which the guy returned but Mark was overpowering as he threw more punches, Mina tried to stop them both but she was too weak to stop them soon after he gave the final punch that made the guy fall “I am not good for nothing, in fact I have money which both of you don’t have” he said in the most angry tone he has ever been, Mina and the guy was left shocked with his words they felt very belittle by it “And for you Mina, I loved you and all along my parents were right you are nothing but a gold digger” it made Mina cry even harder, regret filling her all over as she tried to reach Mark only to be pushed away hard enough that her belly hit the side of the bed, soon after that blood filled the room Mark was alarmed remembering his baby so he gave the ambulance a call. When they arrived in the hospital Mina was immediately checked and he found out his baby died his blood and flesh died, regret, blame and all different emotions filled him mostly blaming Mina if she did not cheat on him this will not happen. He left her that day returning to his parents because of how sorry he feels he defended her yet they were right all along, after that Mark has changed he no longer is the bubbly and friendly Mark he became a bad boy fucking every single girl not caring about them at all or would have a girlfriend but would cheat on them on multiple occasions, no relationship after Mina lasted as he thought all people care about is money not how he feels.

Day Before Heading To Korea

Walking he saw his secretary slash friend Taeil he immediately orders him to buy the plan B for the girl he just banged or just anything to prevent her from getting pregnant “Sir why do you fuck girls when you don’t want them to get pregnant” his secretary exclaimed “Come on Taeil don’t play innocent who knows you might’ve banged as much as I did or even more” he said teasing him to which Taeil returned with a huge shake of his head “Nope,nope I’m not like you and never will, well infact I am getting married soon” Mark was shocked not really believing Taeil so he slapped his arm “Your jokes are getting better” he laughed while Taeil had a straight face “Im not kidding my girlfriend really said yes and we are getting married” Mark stopped laughing with a face of disbelief that made Taeil chuckle now “Your gonna settle with someone now?” he questions “Hahaha Mark yes I am” he pats Mark’s shoulder “Wow, why is everyone around me getting married, you should know that the single life is way better” he said while clicking his toungue “Being single is indeed better, but when you love someone you would prefer to be with them every minute and every second and then it would be better for you because you love each other” he said lovingly making Mark laugh “You are madly in love hyung” he laughs “I bet when you meet your match you will also be madly in love with her” Mark shook his head showing a big X sign with his arms “Loving someone crazily will only kill you ,plus I know for sure all they want from me is my money” he said protesting and Taeil gave him a comforting smile before he turns his back to return to work.

Mark headed to the rooftop to get some fresh air while doing so he reminisce his past about Mina and Taeil’s words about him finding true love, discovering that there is indeed a part of him that wants to meet someone that loves him for him and not his money but before he could think more he shrugs it off and in que his phone rings and the caller was his Dad, he answers the phone.

Dad : “Son how have you been there in Canada?” his father questions with a giddy tone

Mark: “Here alive and well” he answers bluntly

Dad: “That’s good, how about the company is it doing well?” he questions further

Mark: “Of course it’s doing exceptionally well, is that all you have to ask” he ask as he sense there is something more with his phone call

Dad: ” Well uhm son I need you to come to Korea asap” he said as he cleared his throat

Mark: “How about our company here, it needs me dad” he said, but actually deep down he is not ready to come back to Korea because coming back means revisiting his past.

Dad: “I already fixed that, your brother is coming to Canada to manage the company”

Mark: “But Dad I’m not really sure I actually don’t want to go back”

Dad: “Look Mark, honestly I wanted to ask you kindly first to hear your first reaction but I just want to inform you that even if you say no, I want you to come home here as soon as you can”

Mark: “Dad but I- I ok fine yes I will come go to Korea as soon as I can but do I just leave?”

Dad: “Yes Mark and starting the day you come back here you will manage the company in Korea plus you need to attend a charity ball this week Saturday”

Mark: “ Ok Dad I get it” he said with a defeated tone

And his Dad hangs up, he doesn’t really want to go and feels very hesitant having an inner conflict with himself, his phone rang again and the caller this time is Taeil telling him to get back to the meeting as lunch break was already over, he endured several more meetings after another until it was finally over to signify his day will finally end. He went back to his office massaging the temples of his forehead as he sat down to think about the many things that bothers him, he then pages for Taeil through his phone, Taeil rushed to see him asking what are his orders for him, Mark stood up and told Taeil “Book me a flight to Korea tomorrow” Taeil took note of it as schok embodied him “Tomorrow sir? And Korea?” he knows that Mark hates Korea for the reason behind it being Mina but he repeated “Yes tomorrow to Korea also you are coming with me” he said as he grabs his things preparing to leave work “B-but sir why shall I come with you and how about my wedding?” he inquires worriedly “It’s part of your job as my secretary and as for you wedding if your soon to be wife loves you so much she can wait oh and make sure it’s a one way ticket” Taeil was very schoked with Mark’s action but before he can speak up more Mark was waves him goodbye making his exit.

The next day Mark woke up with a not so good mood, he made his secretary Taeil pack for him and for which Taeil cursed him for, after packing they head in to his car to drive to the airport Mark tried to get some sleep but he can’t seem to get some with all the flashback memories filling him, they arrived in the airport, checked in and headed to the first class seats of the plane, the whole plane ride was spent with drinking, sleeping and eating for he past 15hrs and after all that has passed he finally hears the flight attendant proclaim” Flight #127 to Seoul South Korea has now landed” and there he was in the land he long abandoned, the land filled with bright yet devastating memories, he shut his eyes preparing himself, as he finally left the plane he feels the jet lag kicking and decided to go to his parents house, just as he thought everyone was asleep due to the very dim lighting he was surprised by his parents with a huge “WELCOME HOME” banner, and he thought to himself “This is it Mark you are really here”.

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[to-hell-and-beyond]

Start of Something New Pt.2

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: hello! can you do 25 from the fluff list for hawk? i love your writing so much <3 - @sinicalh4wk​

I know this is probably not what you expected when you requested that but..I’ve been writing so many Pt.2′s and I had to do it! And what better to put our new Cobra Kai bullies in the mix? I enjoyed writing this so much so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: It’s been a rough year but now its the Valentine's Day dance. A dance full of fun times and memories! Or another plot for Kylar. Guess him joining Cobra Kai has really boosted his ego. What will happen when he mixes his new friends in the mix?

Words: 1879

Pt.1

It definitely was the start of something new. Hand holding turned into sweet kisses, sweet kisses turned into passionate kisses and well...you know the rest. It was the start of a passionate first love, a flame that burned so bright it couldn't be put out. Even when Hawk flipped the script it still burned bright. It was that kind of love that everyone wishes that they had. But only a few were lucky to have it, you two were very lucky.

“Alright, listen up boys! And, well girl.” Kylar called as they all sat in the library. Rory, A.J, Brucks and Sarah were sitting down as Kylar flipped a chair around and sat down. He wanted to be “cool” like that. They had all become friends when they had joined Cobra Kai.

“The Valentine's day dance is coming up and that only means one thing.” Everyone had known of Kylars hate of Hawk. He is 100% sure that “Hawk stole his girl” even though you told him numerous times you didn’t like him. This was another one of his ridiculous plans to get him to be yours.

“Free drinks?” A.J asked as Kylar scowled at him.

“No. If Cobra Kai has taught us one thing, it’s to not give up-”

“I thought it was Strike hard, Strike fast, No mercy?” Sarah interrupted. She was picking at her nails in boredom as she talked. She had loved Cobra Kia, giving her a sense of family, but she was sick and tired of Kylars endless plots.

“Can you just be quiet for like 5 minutes?” Kyalr asked as he curled his fists. If there was no such Anti-Karate rule that was enforced in the school he would have already tried to kick Sarah’s ass.

“She just needed something to shut her up!” Brucks shouted which caused Rory and A.J to start laughing. The librarian came and shushed them. Sarah rolled her eyes wondering why she put up with them.

“Look, the only reason I'm here and not on a date with Tory is because you said there would be free food. I see no food so get along with it before I push you to the end of the world.” She threatened as they all took a step back away from her. What cowards.

“Well now that that is over, I have a plan.” Kylar said but yet again Sarah cut him off.

“If this is another one of your plans to put anonymous love letters in Y/n’s locker I’m leaving and going to tell Sensei Kreese what you did in the bathroom last friday.” Kylars turned an ugly shade of red as Sarah threatened him.

“Dude, what did you do?” Rory asked as he tried around to face his friend.

“It doesn't matter what I did.” He turned to face Rory and then back at Sarah. “If you don’t want to be a part of this fine leave, but don’t complain we don’t have time for Pussys. That’s why we need to show Y/n what a good man looks like and not Hawk and at the same time show those losers what Cobra kai can do. So what do you say? You all in?” Kylar asked as they all looked at eachother. Had Kylar actually said something that was not idiotic?

“I’m totally in dude, let’s go beat up some losers!” Brucks yelled as they all yelled in agreement with him. The librarian then came and kicked them out for being too loud.

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“Are you sure this is the place?”

“Yes now shut up.” Oh how Sarah hated this. She could be on the couch cuddling with her girlfriend but instead she was here helping these idiots. Couldn’t they just get the materials themselves? Or even pair her with A.J instead of Rory?

“Did you get everything?” They turned around to see A.J covered head to toe in black. Guess Kylar wanted him to be incognito.

“Did you set up everything?” Rory asked as he passed A.J a bucket. He was starting to get flashbacks when they did Carie for their school play. He had played Tommy Russ and trust him when he says that the bucket scene was not fun.

“I’m so glad you're here. The last few hours have been hell and I couldn't even tell Tory!” She hugged A.J who was surprised. Sarah never showed much emotion but when she did it was really weird.

“Dudes! Everyone is in the gym! They don’t suspect a single thing!” Brucks laughed as the rest of them shushed him, including Rory. The man never seemed to use the appropriate voice at the appropriate time. The group was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

“Great! I just got the rest of the plan for Kylar. “Wait for the text and then unleash the storm”good, he couldn’t go with a better metaphor?” A.J said as he looked through his phone.

“What does “Unleash the storm” mean?” Rory asked as he helped Sarah climb up into the ceiling. It was her job to be the one that let go off the rope when Kylar told her too. 

“I swear to god, It feels like sometimes you're stupider than a prissy ass white boy here!” Sarah mumbled as she securdeed the rope.

“Hey!”

“I will drop you.”

“Aaaand we have confirmation. Unleash the storm Sarah.” That’s all it was to them. A simple game of tug-a-war. Spilling the contaminants of Kylars envy on to an innocent couple and watching as their love crumbles to the gourd. So that Kyler can swoop in and play hero. It was funny how things turned out…

“Wow...You look beautiful.” Hawk said as soon as he saw you. You looked like a marble statue carved by the most amazing artist in the world. It felt like deja-vu, feeling the same feelings he had when he first saw you. All the worry and fear seemed to leave his body when he saw you. It was like it was happening all over again.

“Thank you.” You laughed as you took his hand. Even though so much had changed in the past year he was the same boy you had fallen in love with. He still had that sweet smile and caring heart. You never wanted to let it go.

But you did...thanks to a bucket full of green slime. It stuck all over your body and completely ruined your outfit and hair. You heard a “clunk” as the bucket fell beside you along with the rope that held said bucket in place.. That was when you knew this whole thing was a set up. Someone was trying to do this to you. And you knew exactly who had done it.

“I thought that Hawk wasn’t supposed to be there when you let go?” Brucks asked as the group watched. They watched from the corner of the hallway as you and Hawk were covered in green slime. A.J, Rory and Sarah actually felt bad for you as they saw your heartbroken look. This was supposed to be your night but they had taken that away from you.

“You idiots!” Screeched Kylar as he ran to his group of friends, phone in hand.

“You were supposed to wait for me to get here and then hide! I would text Sarah when to let go off the bucket and then we would run! Your god damn lucky we didn't get caught! We're supposed to be in there now, people are going to be wondering why!” Kyler yelled. The group was pretty sure at the point everyone was hearing him.

“No dude, that’s not what you texted to me.” A.J said as he helped up his phone. Low and behold as Kyler was wrong and A.J was right. Sarah snorted while Rory and Brucks looked at Kylar with confusion. How could he have messed up a simple text?

“You guys do know that you're yelling right?” They all turned around to see you and Hawk both dripping in Green slime. Hawk looked like he was ready to bust all of the kneecaps in one kick and you looked...happy?

“I am so sorry you had to go through this Y/n.” Kyalr told the girl as everyone in the room rolled their eyes. “I was trying to show you how much I love you and how much Hawk doesn't love you! I mean look at him! He hasn’t even tried!” You grabbed Hawk’s hand as you saw he was pretty much growling.

“Don’t listen to him Y/n.” Sarah said as all eyes turned to focus on her. 

“Yah! This entire thing was Kylars plan!” Rory continued. He wasn’t a bad person per say, he just hung around the wrong crowd. He was heavily influenced, that was all his fault.

“This isn't the only thing he tried to do Y/n. He has been sneaking letters into your locker and even following you home some times. It's becoming borderline stalkerish.” A.J continued.

“Hey it’s not Kylars fault! He’s just doing what every man-” Brucks started to say to defend his best friend.

“If you continue that sentence I will hurt you worse then what I did the last time at the Dojo.” Hawk threatened. Was he really gonna start off with this misogynistic bullshit? Brucks took the hint and closed his mouth shut.

“Look I didn’t mean for you to get upset Y/n-” Kylar started to say.

“So you confess that you did do all that stuff to Y/n?” Sarah said as she popped a piece of gum into her mouth and began to chew. 

“Look-”

“It's a yes or no question idiot.” 

“Ok yes! Are you happy now?”

“Very happy.” Sarah continued as she took out a recorder from her Cobra Kai jacket pocket. She had never been so glad that these things could carry so much and still look incognito. She smiled at Kyler as she passed the tape to Y/n.

“We women need to look out for each other. I’m sorry about what happened to you and that I even went along with.” Sarah flashed a rare smile as she put a hand on your shoulder and turned to look at Kyler.

“If you touch Y/n or the tape I will tell Tory, and Tory will tell Kreese who will notify the authorities. Because we all know Tory is Kreese’s favorite after Robby left, and well Kreese is that good old soldier guy.” She gave a small wave to Kylar, who looked like he was going to blow his head off.

This day had not been perfect, but it was then the end of something new. Not a flame that no one could put out but, a boy with a huge ego. It was also the start of a few things. A start of a friendship, a start of a peaceful end to a long and cold war and a start of a clear ending all enjoyed. There was peace in the air for that very moment, a peace that had not been there for a while. Overall, all was well and all would be well.

[youwontlikethisblog]

You Betrayed Me!

Armando finds out that Betty's "boyfriend" gave her money to invite everyone in her friend group to have lunch.

He nears Patty, Marcela, and Hugo cackling at the expense of Betty, as always, and smiling he asks what they're laughing about, that he too wants to laugh.

"We're talking about Betty's boyfriend." Marcela says calming down from her laugher and Armando's huge smile falls and he displays a pissed off expression. "Ah you don't know she has a boyfriend?" she chuckles.

"Nono I didn't but I'm not interested in the personal life of Beatriz. Who is he?" now his voice is low. However you can tell he is angry but controlling himself.

"I think she doesn't even know it herself." Patty jokes.

"But I am dying to know who he is 'cause that type of species, of people, we need to study. We should stick them in a research laboratory with cameras and when he gets close to give her a kiss he'd grab her by the ears and(proceeds to pucker his lips as if he were sucking in air) all drooling." Hugo insults and laughs.

"Ah! No! I can't imagine anyone could have the balls to kiss her." Marcela laughs and covers her face in disgust.

"Right! Up until now I was convinced that the only thing that could kiss her would be a bat." Patty says.

"Aside from that, the man ia a millionaire!"

Armando turns to look at Marcela and then at Patty.

"Millionaire no. Multi-millionaire. He lent [Betty] money so she could take her friends out to eat to the Corrientazo.(Proceeds to mock Sofia's voice and naming the menu)"

"With so much trickery she managed to get a multi-millionaire. Does she think we're all stupid? As stupid as the supposed multi-millionaire boyfriend she got?" Mean girl cackle.

Armando mouths the 'multi-millionaire" part.

All three of the mean girls laugh or cackle like wenches.

"What's wrong? Ah it's because in front of Armando you can't talk bad about Beatriz."

"Ah Armando one thing, why don't you tell that moscorrofio to introduce you to her rich boyfriend that way you can make business with him and get money to run me my check."

"Ha-ha-ha. You're all super funny today. "

"See he doesn't even believe it that Beatriz found a rich boyfriend"

Hugo complains about not getting paid so bla bla bla.

The camera then switches to Armando being centered, head down, staring ahead under his brows, nostrils flared, lips tight, and his classic hand passing lightly over his hair as we hear a menacing voice:

"I'm going to kill Beatriz Pinzón Solano."

One thing is for sure here: Armando's ego is being dragged through the mud.

The arrows thrown at Betty end up hitting him as he is the one that has the balls to kiss(in his imagination AA) her.

As they insult, ridicule, and make fun of Betty and her boyfriend Armando is getting a taste of what he's afraid of. The ridicule and social embarrassment he'd face if he were to ever be seen with Betty as his girlfriend out in public. His reputation is important to him and he is afraid of being laughed at and he's now seeing it. He is witnessing first hand what he knows people in his social circle will say behind his back and Betty's.

Now it does upset him and he is angry that Betty has a boyfriend as everytime he hears that he has the exact same expression: Anger disguised as disinterest.

When Patty mentions that he[Nic] is a multi-millionaire his anger now centers in disbelief and betrayal.

Swiftly he turns to Hugo and with a smile on his face until he hears again "multi-millionaire" and he turns to Marcela, mouths the words and stares at her.

The phrase that comes to mind is "stomach tied in knots." but not in a good way. He looks tense, pissed off, hurt, and scared.

All these emotions center around Betty and her "boyfriend". Why would Armando feel betrayed? Why does he feel hurt? Why is he pissed off? Especially more when money is mentioned?

Money for men is power. The more you have the better you are. It's seen as a sign of being untouchable, stronger, more important, and better than everyone else.

Men use money to boost their ego and feel better about themselves. So for him to hear that Betty's boyfriend is a multi-millionaire is a kick to his ego, but also his fear that Nicolas is turning Betty against him and by consequences will take away his money therefore it would make Nicolas Mora better than him.

Now Betty's friends suck.

They constantly use her to make fun of Patty. They never respect her privacy or her wishes to maintain her personal life secret from others in Eco Moda and are always so nosy in her business.

They care more about their ego than they do about Betty's wishes or feelings.

Even Bertha tells Betty that she can't deny them the pleasure of rubbing it in Patty's face that Betty has a boyfriend.

The only ones that show some kind of redemption are Mariana, Aura Maria, and at times Inesita.

Because of them the hostility of Armando and his distrust of Nicolas is fed. As they constantly spread false information and use Betty's intimacy as a pawn without caring about the consequences. They suck.

Betty leaves a lollipop on Armando's desk.

As Armando enters his office we can see the lollipop on his desk.

Why does such a simple object hold such meaning in this scene?

Betty exits her office.

"Did you eat well?"She speaks in a peaceful tone.

"Mhmm" he avoids her.

"Sir, I need you to sign this paper for the legalization of the money Terra Moda paid to your family." Armand snatches the paper from her hand to sign and then throws it at her. "Thank you." Betty looks at the paper. "I have some really good news! Regarding the sells report and with the advances that Mr. Mario Calderon managed to get we are able to cover the overdraft with the bank and pay everyone tomorrow."

Armando slowly looks up at Betty, under his brows he gives her a dead stare. "What joy, no? Beatriz." he says sarcastically.

Confused Betty stops smiling and stands up.

"I knew you'd like the news." she walks towards her office and then returns " Sir may I ask you a question?"

"Mhm."

"Are you upset with me?" Armando, again slowly looks up at her.

"If i'm upset with you?" He laces his fingers in front of him, head tilted towards her, eyes dead focused on her. "No." he rest his elbow on his desk while he makes his hand into a fist, moves his right arm to rest behind him on his chair. "I'm not upset with you, Beatriz." He blinks rapidly. "It doesn't upset me at all for you to go around the halls of Eco Moda to shout to the four winds that you've got a rich boyfriend. That doesn't bother me." he is angry. Now he already discussed the situation with the Love Guru himself and they drew the conclusion that Betty was referring to Nicolas and Armando. We know that he was jealous, both economically and emotionally.

"Me?"

He stands up quickly, picks up the lollipop and starts to gesture pointing at himself and moving his hands in the air in front of him. "No! Me! Me! Beatriz you said you have a rich boyfriend." he leans on his desk towards Betty and hisses at her. "You told Patricia."

"I haven't said anything, Sir."

"No. I said it. " He walks from behind his desk to stand behind Betty. "Since I'm the one with a rich boyfriend! Beatriz you're lying to me. "He shakes the lollipop in the air. "and what pisses me off the most are lies. You did tell Patricia Fernandez in the hall that you have a rich boyfriend and I asked you a favor, to please not tell anyone about this-this-what we have, our relationship, yes. "he jerks to see behind him. "that it wasn't going to leave the both of us, right. You started talking about it. You tricked me! You betrayed me! You betrayed me, Dammit! You Betrayed me!" he angrily throws the lollipop onto the floor.

"Sir, I swear to you by the most sacred thing in my life that I didn't say anything. Allow me to explain. We[the secs.] were all waiting for the elevator and I told them I'd invite(lunch would be on her) out to eat because they're really low on money and I had taken out sixty thousand pesos from the petty cash fund to help them. In that moment Patricia showed up and overheard the conversation and started attacking me, asking where I had gotten the money, as if insinuating that I had stolen it from Eco Moda. So then they, to defend me, started to yell at her that I didn't have any need to have stolen that money and that I earn a really good salary and am a really good administrator and outside of that, Bertha said that I have a rich boyfriend but I've already explained, Sir, that she is always nagging me about Nicolas Mora."

"It's cause you told them you are committed or in a relationship with Nicolas Mora. Or what's going on, Beatriz?"

"Um nonono, Sir, how do you draw that conclusion? I haven't said any of that. Bertha said that to mortify Patricia but again, I repeat, I don't have anything with Nicolas Mora, no more than a friendly and work related relationship" she smiles nervously.

Armando stands up from his desk and walks behind it.

"Look Betty this isn't right. I don't like for people to be making assumptions or speculating. You shouldn't have said that, neither Bertha or anyone else. I don't want what we have to be jeopardized or that there's a rich boyfriend around. I don't like that, understand me."

"Yes sir. I talked to them already and asked them to not bother me about Nicolas Mora and they'll do it. Besides I don't have anything with Nicolas. In any case I want you to excuse me because of all of this and I want us to stand clear that I have word and I'll die before I don't fulfil it. I'm never going to betray you, Mister. I am incapable of breaking something so sacred to me. Do you believe me, Sir?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"It just that for me it's really important that you believe me."

"Yes I believe you."

"Do you swear?"

"I swear, swear, swear. I believe you, I swear!"

"Thank you, sir."

This was a heavy scene.

Armando is furious. He can't sit or stand still. This isn't for show. He truthfully feels this.

Betty is nervous and scared. She stands still, only moving when Armando nears her.

The lollipop actually plays a huge role here. It is a symbol of Betty's affection(just like chocolate bar that he shared with Mario). When Armando hastily picks it up, he is holding her affection. As he waves it in the air he is questioning it. As he throws it on the floor he is discarding it.

This represents Armando's furry and how quickly he is to react to it. He doesn't pay attention to consequence or details. He is solely focused on his own pain and yes, he is in pain.

As he repeats over and over again that Betty betrayed him.

Why does he feel betrayed? He talked this out with Mario and they both drew the conclusion that Betty was probably talking about him[Armando](the rich boyfriend). However Armando still feels betrayed.

Let's take a few steps back and break this down to simple actions.

Betty arrives to Eco Moda. She leaves a chocolate bar for Armando on his desk.

Mario and Armando have a briefing where Armando doesn't talk about his feelings and when he does Mario doesn't take him serious so he shuts off and gets angry at him instead.

Betty and him talk. He talks to her sweetly.

Betty's friends use her to make Patricia jealous.

Patricia, Marcela, and Hugo make fun of Betty and insult her and her "boyfriend" while Armando watches and witnesses first hand his biggest fear that keeps him in denial; public humiliation and people talking bad about him behind his back. His ego is bruised.

Mario and Armando discuss this new tabloid. Mario then mocks him by asking if he's jealous. Armando refrains and tells him to get serious.

Betty arrives back to Eco Moda and places a green lollipop on his desk.

Armando arrives to Eco Moda and enters his office.

Betty hands him a paper to sign. He pulls it out of her hand and then throws it at her. He then proceeds to yell(whisper but yelling at the sametime) at her and like a lion paces in his symbolic cage of feelings.

At the peak of this he expresses his true feelings.

Betrayal.

Once again Armando feels bamboozled.

At the start of the day Betty's gift represented hope. It gave him the understanding that things were going well and all of a sudden he finds out that she is "talking" about her rich boyfriend[Nic] to everyone. This causes him to want to murder her. Now when he talks to Mario they conclude that Betty possibly wasn't talking about Nicolas but instead him, Armando. His feeling of betrayal moved from feeling jealousy to now feeling like he can't trust her.

To some degree, not only because he doesn't want to face public humiliation or Marcela finding out about them, Armando does want to continue this relationship with her as it means he removes Nicolas from her life and you know what that means to him. So he does want to keep it tight lid.

However Armando has a problem, he can't control his rage. He can keep himself composed in front of people he doesn't want to give a bad impression to but with people he sees every day he has no problem exploding on them. This is the one emotion he is never shy to show.

Now as he stares at Betty, the one who he has trusted so much, as a potential liar, someone who could have broken his trust, he feels deep anger and hurt. He believes that she isn't respecting his wishes and worst of all playing him.

Her gift now though still represents her affection, is something he no longers cares for in his furry or how he treats it.

As she explain her side of the story he inspects her. He is suspicious and watching her closely.

Now seeing things from Betty's side. She is now looking at the man she has worked so hard for, to prove her worth, her important role in the company and his life, who has worked so hard for his trust, question her, it causes her a deep anguish.

She clarifies things but she needs him to believe her. She needs him to trust in her, to see her, to not question her integrity, to not pull away.

This is similar to the time that Betty confessed that RagTela had offered her a 10% commission and because at this point things were vastly less complicated for Armando emotionally, he listened to her and he showed that he trusted her. However this time Armando now agitated and frustrated over the whole situation tells her "I swear, swear, swear! I believe you, I swear!" because he wants the conversation over.

This isn't enough for Betty but she takes his word. You can tell she feels awful about the whole situation.

People that tend to not show emotion, live in denial of them, and basically just avoid them tend to feel extremely exhausted when we are placed in emotional settings. Be it an argument or just a conversation that is heavily rooted in emotions we tend to burn out quickly and just want the entire thing done with.

Armando is the exact way except he doesn't have the luxury of taking some time off to recharge emotionally like many of us do. For months this man has been on an emotional rollar coaster with the company and now in his personal life.

When Mario shows up to his office we can clearly see a very tired Armando.

Betty isn't like that. Though she knows how to control her emotions, she wears her heart on her sleeve with the people close to her. She isn't afraid to show her affection, though afraid to speak of them she is, Betty still wants people to believe in her.

Again though Betty and Armando are similar in a lot of ways the way they react is what sets them apart. Betty faces her problems and she finds ways to fix them. That's who she is. She explains her side of the story to clear the air but mostly because she doesn't want Armando to not trust her. His trust in her means a lot to her. It's what she has worked so hard for.

So while he is emotionally exhausted at the end of their argument, Betty isn't. Betty is hurting and afraid once again of what it all means.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

maybe a song fic w/ finn, based on “love song” by lana del rey? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i know it’s been months since i’ve got the ask but what can i say, i’m a slow one :( anywayss i hope you like it and let me know what you think. my requests are always open to those who are kind and willing to wait <3

Growing up in London had a lot to offer you and as a young woman who was down to earth, you’ve accepted the chances with a bright smile on your lips. You always had something with people, easily connecting to them. It didn’t matter they were at the same age as you or they were quite older than you, you found a way to start a conversation. That was going to surprise Finn Shelby since it was hard for him to take the first step.

It wasn’t a surprise you were found in many parties, thanks to the large circle of your friends. One night, you were in the east part, sipping a drink and the other night you were dancing at the other part of the city with a new glistening dress.

Then one night, your close friends decided to leave earlier than usual and you weren’t quick to notice the change. You found yourself with the others, chatting with the new group of people you met hours ago as you finished another glass of champagne. Isaiah, one of the boys you met tonight offered to bring you another drink and you accepted happily, thanking him. As he left for the bar, his friend Finn smiled to you.

‘Hey, how are you doing?’ You asked sincerely as you took a step closer to him, smiling as well. ‘’m doing good,’ He replied and you noticed his accent, ‘Oh, you’re not a Londoner, huh? I’d say... you’re a Brummie?’ You waited for an answer and he nodded, ‘Yes, Small Heath. I guess you grow up here, then?’

‘Right, so what are you doing here in London?’ You asked with curiosity and by that time, Isaiah came back with new drinks. You thanked him, turning back to the charming young man as he thought for an answer, ‘Having fun I guess, just like you.’

‘Oh, you better stick with me if you want to know which parties are the best here.’ You chuckled and sipped your drink, ‘That sounds nice to me, are you doing anything tomorrow?’

‘Why, are you planning to take me out?’ You teased and watched his cheeks turn to a bright red, he smiled shyly, ‘I don’t know, would you like that?’ You gave a soft sigh and moved a bit closer, ‘I’d love that.’

The following day you met at the pictures, then having a cup coffee and soon these meetings became a regular thing. Sometimes he wasn’t in London but every time he got the chance, he found a way to make you happy. Then one day he showed up at your door with some freshly picked flowers and after you took them to the kitchen, you noticed he came with a car this time. ‘That’s new?’ You questioned, pointing the car with your eyes.

‘Oh, yes. Tommy said if I’m going to come here every week to see you then I better had a car of me own.’ With that you couldn’t help but blush lightly, ‘Does your family know about me?’ This time it was Finn’s turn to blush, ‘Well, yes, they know I fancy you.’

The brand new car became the first place he kissed you after a movie night, his lips soft against yours and you felt like you were in a movie, getting embraced by your sweet love interest.

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, I'm your baby We go fast, we go so fast, we don’t move I believe in a place you take me Make you real proud of your baby In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin’ through you In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin' through you

It was a starry night when he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were far away from all the noise of the city, somewhere on the road you had no idea where it was going. You leaned in to kiss him again once you were in the backseat, Finn wrapping his arms around you like the first time he kissed you but this time more passionately.

Your friends kept telling how he brought out the calm side of you and you knew they were right, you felt in peace with Finn. The soothing touches of his fingers on your skin made you feel dreamy, his lips being the softest ones you’ve ever got to kiss and you loved his wild soul.

A few months later you were invited to the Arrow House for a party of Tommy’s and this was also going to be your first time with his family. Of course, you met Ada in London and she kept telling the others how cute you two were.

You wanted to make your boyfriend proud so you choose a simple dress, not like the ones you wore to the local parties. It wrapped your curves softly and with some light makeup, you were satisfied with your look on the mirror. Finn smiled when he saw you all dolled up, looking breathtaking as always. ‘You have to make me fall for you again every single time, don’t you?’ He said softly once you were seated in the car, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

‘Don’t boost my ego, I’m nervous and from what you’ve told me about Thomas, he’s going to hate me. Oh, and the same goes for your aunt. I’m the girl stealing you away every week.’ You spoke and watched the road, not seeing the smirk playing on his lips. ‘I think they’ll love you.’

Hours later at the party, you received many compliments from the Shelby family and you thought you never stopped smiling. You were surprised but Finn already knew that would happen, he watched you getting well with new people for months, offering them a smile and starting one conversation after another.

Then it started getting late and you said Tommy you should be heading home because you told your parents you won’t be too late, even though he tried to convince you to spend the night there.

When you got outside and stopped near his car, Finn smiled widely and kissed you like he did for thousand times, The alcohol in your system made you think less so you grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to you and seconds later, you were in the backseat of the car, making out.

Oh, be my once in a lifetime Lyin' on your chest in my party dress I'm a fuckin' mess, but I Oh, thanks for the high life Baby, it's the best, passed the test and yes Now I’m here with you, and I Would like to think that you would stick around You know that I’d just die to make you proud The taste, the touch, the way we love It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

‘Guess I passed the test, huh?’ You whispered happily as he tasted the cherries you ate that night on your lips, his lips tracking your jawline and making their way to your neck, sweet kisses turning into soft lovebites. He gently grabbed your waist and pushed your dress up a little, testing the waters, ‘Is that okay?’

‘Yes, please, continue.’ With your answer he helped you get rid of your short dress, the thin fabric dropping to the ground as you reached for his shirt’s buttons, both of your clothes spilling to the floor one by one. The possibility of getting caught by one of the guests or worse, a Shelby added to the thrill and half an hour later, you were both out of your breaths.

Dream a dream, here's a scene Touch me anywhere ’cause I'm your baby Grab my waist, don't waste any part I believe that you see me for who I am So spill my clothes on the floor of your new car Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are?

‘Can’t believe we did this here for the first time.’ Finn said once he caught his breath and you chuckled, ‘You know, it’s not a surprise if you ask me.’ You put your dress on as he watched you, admiring you under the moonlight and he did the same, then you heard someone getting out of the house.

Before John could arrive, Finn got up and took his place on the driver’s seat. ‘What’s it, John?’ He asked his older brother while you tried to fix your hair. ‘Tommy said if you haven’t left yet, I should drive because it’s pretty dark.’

‘You don’t have to do that, we were about to leave.’ You said but the light bruises on your collarbones said the otherwise as a huge smirk spread to John’s face. ‘Oh, yeah? What were you doing for almost an hour, then? Chatting? Come on, Finn, go sit with your lover.’

Finn knew better than to protest so he sat with you, holding your hand as you rested your head on his chest, you eyelids getting heavier. ‘How’s my little brother treating you, y/n? Is he being nice to you?’John asked out of nowhere and you thanked God he didn’t turn to look at you because you were blushing as Finn smiled cheekily, his other hand resting on your thigh.

‘Yes, yes, he does. He’s really sweet, you know? Always making me choose the movies and all. I feel like who I really am with him.’ You spoke honestly. ‘Good, he better behave.’ John nodded and the rest of the road passed in silence, just because you were asleep. If you weren’t, you’d probably never shut your mouth until you arrived.

‘You know I know you were fucking, right?’ John asked once he parked the car in front of your house and Finn didn’t know what to say, his ears getting hot as his brother looked at him. ‘Yeah, I came to check on you and well, you both had those ‘I just had sex’ smiles all over your faces and you never stopped smiling for hours, Jesus.’

‘Yes we did, John. Because I really like her, I think I might be in love with her and it scares me.’ Finn confessed, not ashamed of his feelings. He waited for John to joke around or tease him but his brother only smiled, one of those he showed when he was really happy. ‘I know, now take her home, will ya? It’s almost fucking three.’

He shook you lightly and you were awake, a soft smile taking place on your lips as you whispered his name, which sounded like a line of love song to Finn. ‘We arrived? Oh, why did you let me sleep in the first place? It must be so boring sitting in silence all way long, we could chat!’

John couldn’t help his chuckle as you sighed and got out of the car, thanking him for the ride and wishing him a good night. Then Finn walked you to the door and you stopped to kiss him goodbye before you opened it, ‘I love you, Finn.’ His smile went wider as he kissed you goodbye back, ‘I love you, too, y/n.’ Yes, there would be consequences but in the end, you were both young, wild and in love.

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Dating Wayv | Lucas

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♡ pairing ; Lucas x fem!reader

♡ genre ; fluff, smut, angst 

♡ word count ; 1.8k

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♡ how you meet : 

you met Lucas at a restaurant downtown

he was at a team dinner with his members and manager 

you were out celebrating your best friends birthday with several of your girlfriends

“two more bottles of soju please” 

you decided to go all out tonight 

treating your friend to bulgogi and soju, and whatever else she wanted 

shot glasses clinked at the table 

“happy birthday!” you all cheered 

as you were eating your meal

you and your friends kept glancing over to the table filled with cute boys 

it seemed as if they were celebrating something as well 

one of the guys in particular caught your eye

or well ... ear 

you kept hearing an infectious laughter fill the small restaurant

every time the boy laughed, you and your friends would giggle at how cute it sounded 

you turned your head towards the sound 

and your eyes were met with the giggling boy 

it seemed as if he was aware of the giggling coming from your table 

you quickly turned your head back 

your cheeks flushed a light pink 

after you all had finished your meal

your best friend wanted to go to the club a few blocks away 

as you and your friends filed out of the restaurant

gathering by the curb 

you fumbled through your purse, looking for your phone 

“hey guys, I left my phone inside. I’ll be right back”

you turned around to head inside

and almost bumped into the crowd of people exiting the restaurant 

you walked back over to your table where one of the employees was cleaning the dishes you and your friends had left 

“did you see a phone by chance?” 

the lady shook her head and continued piling the dirty plates 

you felt someone tap your shoulder from behind 

“is this your phone?” 

it was the boy with the infectious laugh 

“yeah, where’d you find it?” 

“you left it when you were paying your bill. the lady at the counter found it.” 

the floppy haired boy handed you your phone 

“thanks” 

you replied, nodding your head with a smile 

your cheeks beginning to turn a light shade of pink again 

you weren’t quite sure if it was because he was so cute or if it was the alcohol in your system 

“you’re welcome” 

you left the restaurant and rejoined your friends on the sidewalk 

before you and your friends left for the club

you unlocked your phone, just to make sure nothing was messed with 

and you noticed a new number in your contacts 

“Lucas ♥ ”

♡ first date : 

your first date with Lucas wasn’t anything too fancy 

he seems more like the laid back type when it comes to first dates 

he believes it’s more about the connection and the getting-to-know-you portion of the date that matters 

not how much you can spend on the person 

so instead, Lucas invited you out for a walk along the Han River at sunset 

he picked you up from your apartment around 5pm 

the two of you grabbed some street food before heading down to the river 

you walked side by side on the path 

you discussed basic things about each other 

like your jobs, your hobbies, your family, and your friends 

Lucas’ hand brushing against yours every few steps 

he really wanted to hold your hand 

but he was too nervous

he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate yet 

and he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with pda 

as the night went on and the sun began to set 

Lucas found a bench for the two of you to sit on and enjoy the evening sky together 

he swung his arm over you, resting it on the bench behind you 

your heart felt like it was gonna pump out of your chest 

Lucas looked over at you with kind eyes 

you smiled back at him shyly 

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” 

your cheeks turned bright red in response to his comment

your face felt hot

a smirk spread across his face 

“no really, I think you’re adorable” 

Lucas leaned in closer to you 

his words were sweet 

“I think you’re pretty cute too” you said in reply 

it wasn’t until 11pm that you had returned home 

Lucas walked you back to your apartment 

he wanted to make sure you got home safe 

you stood in front of your door

you played with your fingers behind your back 

picking at the skin around your nails due to the tension between you too 

“I had a really good time tonight” Lucas said 

he looked down at you

his height making you feel small under him 

“I did too” you replied looking up at him 

“I hope I can see you again,” 

he ran his fingers through his hair, 

a nervous habit of his 

“I’m sure you will”

you smiled up at him 

the two of you stood in silence for a moment 

the tension only growing 

“goodnight, Y/N” 

Lucas gently placed a kiss on your forehead 

your eyes fluttered closed 

you enjoyed the feeling of his soft, pillowy lips on your skin 

he pulled away and looked you in your eyes 

his ears were bright red with embarrassment 

it was cute 

“goodnight, Lucas” 

you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek 

♡ living together / couple stuff : 

living with Lucas is interesting

not in a bad way, 

just that there’s never a dull moment 

the two of you are always giggling over something

Lucas is kinda clumsy 

his long limbs are always knocking stuff over 

or he’s tripping over something 

or he’s knocking you over and causing you to trip 

he sometimes forgets his size and his strength in comparison to you 

but it’s not a big deal 

any accidental bruises caused by his clumsiness is followed by lots of kisses 

Lucas is kinda clingy when he’s around you at home 

mainly because he tries to spend as much time with you as possible while his schedule is free 

if you guys are ever just chillin on the couch, watching a movie 

Lucas is snuggled up next to you 

bedtime? 

he’s the big spoon, with his arms wrapped around your waist 

he’ll probably run his fingers through your hair, humming against your ear as you fall asleep 

when he’s not home and he’s away on promotions, 

he loves getting on a video call with you 

it doesn’t matter if he can only speak to you for a few minutes or a couple hours 

as long as he can see you and hear your voice 

and if he can’t video call you, he’ll send you texts 

especially when he misses you

he’ll send a lot

I can see Lucas being the type to send you a funny meme that Hendery sent him

or text you the joke that Yangyang told him

showers / baths with him are always nice 

I feel like he’s into bubble baths 

I’m talkin’ like the tub is overflowing with bubbles kinda bubble baths 

those kinda baths end up in the two of you blowing bubbles in each others faces 

and making bubble beards and laughing at how goofy you look 

but bath time can also be relaxing

Lucas will have you lean back into his chest while he gently splashes water on your naked body 

he’ll wash your hair, gently massaging your scalp 

and you’ll wash his body, swiping sudsy washcloth over his chest 

Lucas isn’t the most romantic all the time 

but he does try to do something special for you every now and again 

whether it’s a big or little gesture 

tbh I think he’ll get some tips and advice from his members 

if he knows he’s gonna be late coming home from practice, he’ll bring home your favorite take out 

he also loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, treating you like the queen you are 

also because he loves seeing you dressed up 

and he loves showing off the fact that you’re his 

♡ arguments : 

the two of you don’t get into arguments a lot mostly because Lucas isn’t a fan of confrontation so he tries his hardest not to mess up or do something stupid just to avoid any sort of disagreement between you two

if you ever get into an argument with Lucas,

it’s probably because of how messy he can be 

he’s not a slob, but he isn’t the most organized person 

and that can bother you sometimes

you’ll get upset because whenever he’s home from promotions, you’re always picking up after him 

or he’s sleeping in too much,

which doesn’t allow the both of you to spend time together while he’s home 

those kind of things get sorted out pretty quickly though 

Lucas realizes he’s in the wrong, and he’ll do anything to fix things between you 

he’ll look at you with those puppy dog eyes, and suddenly all’s forgiven

he’s is such a sweetheart

such a gentle soul

so when he knows that you’re mad at him, it crushes him 

he’ll try his best to distance himself from you

giving you some needed space

he knows you’ll come to him when you’re ready to discuss things 

but whenever he’s mad at you 

(which isn’t often)

he tends to be passive 

Lucas is more of the silent treatment kind of guy 

because he doesn’t want to raise his voice at you 

or say something he’ll regret

♡ sexy time : 

Lucas is a switch, but he’s more dom than anything 

a playful dom, at that 

I think he mainly subs when he’s in a lazy mood 

and it’s just easier for you to take control in those situations 

he also has pretty good stamina

so two rounds isn’t unusual for him 

also he just has a lot of energy overall 

going along with his stamina, he’s also into over stimulation 

giving and receiving, but mostly giving 

he loves watching the way you fall apart in front of him 

climaxing over and over 

it boosts his already big ego 

Lucas has a size kink 

he loves knowing how big he is in comparison to you in every way 

his loves wrapping his long arms around your body 

holding you close to him while you make out on the couch

his huge hands leaving bruises on your hips 

holding your hips in place while he goes down on you 

his long, thick fingers pumping in and out of you 

marking you is his favorite thing 

you’ll be showering together 

you’ll stand in front of him with your back towards him 

and he’ll be washing your hair 

he’ll peel your wet hair from your shoulder

“oh, look at that” 

his finger will brush over the purple mark on your neck 

he loves looking at the marks he leaves on you and reminding you of the moment in which he gave it to you 

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Jealousy kills

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It's rare that mina gets jealous and it's hard for her to come to the thought that you could possibly love someone else from the simplest touch to the most extraordinary pick up lines but this time something had plucked at her heart strings.

This emotion making her completely jealous and unaware of her capabilities to cause damage to the relationship because of this.

It was a normal Saturday night when you were performing on stage for the MAMA music awards. Your group had always had a way with their fans.

Your group was like a spell, once you listened to one of your groups songs it was almost impossible to pick out one negative thing about it, hence the name enchanted. Your group name never intended to relate to that, in fact it was about the way your music videos were made. Always about magic and anything related.

You were mindlessly dancing with your members whilst singing some dangerously high notes when you locked eyes with a member from BTS. Jungkook smiled at you and gave off a wink making you even more energetic somehow, I guess being smiled and winked at by one of the most popular idols out there can boost your ego.

After your song had finished, you took your seats at a table that's in between twice and BTS. Once you occupied your seat BTS were leaded up to backstage for their performance of blood sweat and tears.

You couldn't lie, you had honestly thought the song was the best of them all, right beside spring day. I guess I just like a lot of mixed songs. Songs that make you sad, hype, inspired, all genre is your genre.

As soon as Jungkook starts his part he automatically gives off a flirtatious tone in not only his voice but also his moves. His moves seem way more natural but also seem more...

Sexy? No, no, no not sexy I can't think that when I have a girlfriend. Damn, I'm a terrible girlfriend.

As he continues to sing, throughout the rest of the song he kept winking and smirking and basically anything to gain my attention and make me notice him...

Once the song was over, cheers erupted from all over as they are practically forced backstage and back into their designated seats. It doesn't take long for all of the performances to be done but when they are I chat with my group about random things and about the possible Vlive later tonight.

"y/n, did you see the way Jungkook was looking at you? He totally likes you" one of my members whispers as the others agree.

The things is, me and mina aren't public. Only her group knows because she begged me for the permission. I don't want my group knowing for... Reasons I guess, I'm just scared they wont accept it.

I gulp and nod my head lightly, noticing someone coming up to our table. My eyes look towards the figure and of corse it's Jeon Jungkook! Who else would it be other than our managers, my girlfriend, twice you know?

"hey, can I talk to y/n?"

All the other girls on my table look up towards the older male idol. "yeah, she's all yours and make sure that you bring her back as a taken person" yuna practically yells making me groan.

Jungkook smiles and nod his head, offering me his hand so we could talk backstage. I take it with a small but weary smile on my face.

Whilst walking however, I notice one of the twice members known as tzuyu eyeing us both up and down as if she's watching our every move, creepy...

Once we arrive back stage he smiles at me and offers his hand for a hand shake. I greatly appreciate the offer and so I accept it with a nod.

"y/n, how's your next comeback coming along I heard its going to be huge, you better be staying healthy" I smile at the fact someone is asking for once. And how he acted all serious about the healthy part.

It dosnt take long for a full friendship to form between you two, only took a few minutes of that. You were having really enjoyable conversations until twice came backstage and mina saw you two together...

Her normal timid stare replaced with a full on glare, why are the quiet ones always the scariest amongst them all?

They walk to their dressing room followed by their managers. I turn back to Jungkook who seems taken back by mina expression.

"ah, s-sorry about that. Mine and mina's friendship is a big rocky these days" I apologise as he smiles, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"it's alright, if you need someone to talk to I'm here" Jungkook reassures me making my face light up about the fake information that he believed.

Once mina came back out she sat on a near by couch on her phone, even though its obvious she's watching us.

"y/n, are you free tomorrow and would possibly like to go to a coffee shop with me" Jungkook asks looking at the floor. His personality changed way to fast there, I'm shocked.

Before I could even open my mouth I was being pulled by someone into a different room.

"M-Mina?!?"

The figure turns around to reveal one really, really p!ssed penguin. She crosses her arms and glares me down as if I'm a manager refusing to allow her to eat ice-cream for the nth time today.

"what are you doing with him?" her voice comes out deep and stable... No longer like the quiet and shaking voice.

"W-what do you, we are just hanging out as friends Mina" I say with the shaky voice now. Oh how the tables have turned, turned terribly, terribly wrong.

"yeah, being asked on a date is called hanging out with a friend huh?" she adds.

"it's not a date Mina, we're just talking"

"You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Go" mina says taking a slight pause in between each word.

Mina somehow glares even harder before deciding to relax and walk out of the room. It takes me a minute to realise what had happened before returning to reality.

I smack my head lightly before heading outside to apologise to jungkook once again. One problem though... I can't see him. I wonder around until I see Jimin and V together laughing about some random things.

I waltz up to them with a tight-lipped smile. "urm, guys gave you seen Jungkook anywhere?"

They both point towards his dressing room. "ouh, okay thanks" I wqlk over, now standing outside of his dressing room, waiting until I hear a slight thud come from within.

I knock on the door making it just about auditable for him to hear. The door creeks open just a tad. "oh, y/n?" Jungkooks voice comes out as more of a whimper than anything else.

"y-yeah, look I'm sorry about Mina once again I hav-"

"no its alright I just can't speak to you right now" he interrupted.

"why not?"

"Min-I-I mean... I'm getting dressed and I'm in a huge hurry" with that he closes the door and locks it. I release a huge sigh before heading off to find Mina. I need answers as to why she's suddenly like this.

Whilst I marched down the halls like a drummer would do, I notice a particular penguin gritting her teeth whilst on her phone.

I snach the phone from her hands and place it on the small coffee table before looking back to her.

I glare at her, this time I have the upper advantage. "what now y/n?"

"what now? What now? Are you fricking kidding me Mina? First you glare at everything me and Jungkook do together, then you pull me away to practically tell me to not go near him then when I refuse to, you personally tell him to do it in a threatening manner. Jungkook sounds petrified and now you asking me 'what now'?" I respond in an even more p!ssed way than she did earlier.

"look y/n, if you didn't go near him then none of this would have happened. I'm just trying to explain that you and him aren't a good mix, not even semi-good. You two are too touchy and laugh at almost everything and anything the other says" mina is now standing up, looking me dead in the eye.

"I'm just trying to protect our relationship y/n" Mina adds

"that's the issue, when you try to protect something you over do it. You take it to far, you threatened the idol. I'm quite sure this is bullying Mina, I've lost my cute and cuddly penguin to a overprotective shark" I huff as I walk past mina and into my own changing room.

When I cqme out if the room, I could see Jungkook with his members laughing about nonsense and mina asleep on the couch with a worried look plastered onto her elegant face.

I walk up to Mina and look down upon her with a smile, I still love her no matter what she is, a ravenous shark or timid penguin.

She was still your mina.

Sure, you could say jungkook is most definitely dark tall and handsome and definitely dreamy in every way possible but you knew that he couldn't out shine Mina. Mina is your queen, not your knight in shining armour. Mina is more elegant and shy, that's just your ideal type and you plan to keep it that way...

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"Baby, we're going to have our own family!"

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written and uploaded: July 13, 2020

🦋 - fluff

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Also this was supposed to be really short, like just about 700 words but I couldn’t help it!

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"H, are you sure you want to go to the doctors with me?", you asked your husband for the third time in the last 30 minutes.

"Baby stop doing that!", furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you accusingly - talking about how you're asking him that question again and about your food as you toy it around your plate using your fork.

Earlier after he woke up, Harry made sure that your day starts off as great as possible. He's so giddy. He knows that this day is going to be wonderful. He can just feel it - and so he made sure to wake you up with his kisses and a huge variety of healthy breakfast.

By "huge variety of healthy breakfast", that meant different slices of fresh fruits and organic vegetables, whole-wheat bread, cereals, yogurt, scrambled eggs, bacon (your absolute favorite and he cannot forget to add that), freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh cow milk, and mixed nuts.

He really went all the way with your meal and you're really thankful for that. 2 months ago, you would think that the two of you can't finish all of this food in just one sitting but how wrong could you be? Harry ate a lot but you're kind of having almost the same portion as him, not that he minds, he wants to keep you as healthy as possible for the baby on the way even though you told him that you're not certain about it just yet.

He made sure to talk to the hotel's head chef just to prepare your breakfast and strictly said "just the best and freshest once for my wife and make sure not to add any preservatives, just all-natural", and that's how you got here.

He even insisted on not ordering a coffee for you. You LOVE your morning coffee but H said that it's not good for your heart - which is true. You think he's being kind of dramatic and overprotective but you like it a lot.

It seems like everything he does is way too great; hormones. But it's not like you're gonna admit it to him anyway, it'll boost his ego more, your husband is narcissistic.

"Babe, babeeee, baby??!", you came back into reality. You didn't even notice that Harry has been snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, just got ca-"

"Too caught up in my handsome looks, huh?", your husband winks at you, he always teases you!

You just rolled your eyes at his antics, "course not!", you said defensively. "Was just thinking! Plus, I wasn't even staring at you!"

"Yeah sure lovie. What's on that pretty little head of yours, hmm?", he leaned his elbows on the table and put his head on his hand.

"Just thinking 'bout how you took my morning coffee away and thinking 'bout what my lunch's gonna be."

"Stop bein' grumpy", he just chuckled at your answer, knowing your sarcasm really well, "just finish your breakfast so we can leave. Already called the clinic for our appointment. It's at 10 a.m., I don't wanna be late.", he just continued eating his part but you're the exact opposite - you froze.

"You what?"

"What? Said finish your food... and that I booked our appointment...?", he asked uncertainty. He's really confused right now and you are too! You're not even sure why you're confused, you just are. Maybe over the fact that H is so excited about this and you might not even be pregnant.

Of course, you're happy with how he's acting. You're just worried that this might just be a false alarm and it will crush him so much.

"Why did you?", you looked down at your plate then quickly stuffing your mouth with the rest of your food while Harry answered.

"Just wanna be the best dad and husband you could ever ask for", he sounds sad, he really thought that you would be happy, you already talked about going to the doctors last night anyways!

"Okay.", you shortly replied and stood up to your seat rounding the table. Harry felt his chest tightening - too much - he thought, until he felt your arms around his neck from behind and tucking your face on his neck. He quickly interlaced your fingers with his.

"I love you", you quietly whispered to his right ear. "You don't know how much this means to me, you're already the best, gunna be the best dad.", you pressed a kiss on his neck. "I just don't want you to get hurt if I'm not pregnant.", your voice seemed to get quieter with each word.

Harry just stood up from his seat and faced you, "whatever happens, we're going to be okay, alright? If we're not pregnant then it's fine, I'm not going to lie and say that I won't be affected by it because I know I will be, but let's always keep in mind that God already has better plans for us, okay?", he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You just squeezed your face in his shirt, "I'm scared of another heartbreak. I really want this with you.", you said and Harry felt his shirt getting damp.

"Nothing's going to change. I'll still love you more than ever and will always be here to take care of you", he's now whispering while wiping your tears. Everything about this is so intimate. "I love you too, so much Y/N", with that, more tears fall as you kissed him like your life depends on it.

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"Patient 104, the doctor is ready to see you.", you heard the nurse called your number.

With shaking limbs, you managed to stand up and walk to the doctor's office while Harry assisted you.

"Mister and missus Styles! It's so nice to meet you in person! I'm Doctor Amelia Welsh, just Doc Amy", your doctor looks friendly and it eased you a bit.

"Harry", your husband shook the doctor's hand then slowly turned to you, "and this is my wife, Y/N.", you smiled as you shook her hand.

"Such a lovely couple! Anyway, you called last night, right Harry?", Doctor Amy asked as she sat on her spinning chair while you and Harry take a seat on the opposite side of her table.

"I did, yes. We wanted to have a check-up on my wife", your husband did all the talking, you know he can sense your nervousness.

You're eyes slowly observed the clinic. It almost looked identical to yours, with the office table on the middle and a medical bed on the far left side of the office and a rack full of different medical supplies, the only difference is that your clinic has so many baby pictures and toys for your patients to play around with.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem? I already got a hold of your medical records, Mrs. Styles, or should I call you Doctor Styles too?", Doctor Amy joked and it made you chuckle a bit.

"I'm a patient right now so I'll just stick with Mrs. Styles", you felt Harry squeezed your hand that he's holding and you smiled to yourself. He always loves it when you claim your self as "Mrs. Styles". He said it makes him all warm and fuzzy and makes him just wanna love on you all day, every day.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"Ummm okay, so I've been eating a lot - more than usual, it can be because of stress since I'm a stress - eater...", you took a deep breath and look at Harry then back at her, "also I've been feeling nauseated and often having sickness, but in the afternoon not morning so I thought it might be my eyesight."

"Hmm okay please continue", the Doctor continues jotting down on her note pad at a fast pace, you understand it tho, you do the same stuff every day.

"I'm more often bloated than not but this one's different, my abdomen looks bigger than usual..."

"When was the last time you had your period? I know your period is irregular but I still need to know", the doctor pulled her glasses down on the bridge of her nose.

"I think it was November...", you're really not sure, you gave up on tracking your period when it downed to you that your period is never gonna be regular at all.

"Last time you had sexual intercourse?", your face feels hot but you know that these kind of questions are relevant, on your side you can see Harry's ears become reddish.

As if your husband can sense that you're not going to answer that question, he stepped up even though he's shy about it, "last night."

It's not that the two of you are embarrassed about your sex life, it's the opposite actually, you just want to keep it private.

Doctor Welsh just smiled at both of your embarrassment, "well how long had you been feeling this? Did you took a pregnancy test?", she looked back down and continued scribbling.

"Just this January, I never really paid much attention, and I did, a couple of weeks ago, 12 positives and 3 negatives."

"Okay well, why don't we take a look? You can change into this gown and lay in there", she said giving you the gown and pointing at the bed on her clinic, "I'll be back in a few."

You looked at Harry and as if he can hear the voices inside your head, he pulled you into him and kissed your cheek, "we'll be alright", he smiled at you but you can tell that he's really nervous too.

You both are, this is the break it or make it time of your lives. You're not sure if you're ready for it but you shook your thoughts out of your mind and changed into the gown and went to the bed, Harry hot on your heels, quickly took a seat beside the bed and held your right hand.

"I love you", he whispered, he thinks he's as nervous as the first time he auditioned on the X-Factor, when he asked you to become his girlfriend, or when he asked you to become his wife, all combined.

"I love you too", you kissed his knuckles as he smiled at you.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come back.

"Ready?", she asked and you nodded. She set the machine up and made sure you're comfortable before putting the gel on your tummy.

Nobody dared to make a sound and you never dare to look anywhere besides Harry's eyes as he presses his lips on your palm.

"Okay...", you hear the doctor mumbled that made you whip your head up to her.

You looked at the monitor and saw it, there's a heartbeat. You knew what exactly it was but your husband doesn't since he never accompanied someone to an ultrasound appointment before.

And then the silent room heard it, the heartbeat.

"Wa- was that...", Harry slowly looked at you with red eyes.

"Yes", you whispered while nodding your head.

This is it.

"Oh wait", the doctor said suddenly, you froze, this can't be happening! There's nothing wrong with anything! Everything is fine!

You never dared to look at the monitor and Harry too, much too scared of hearing the next words that will come out of the doctor's mouth.

You're finally pregnant and you're going to love your child with everything you have and you just hope there's nothing wrong with your baby.

"What was it?", Harry asked in a croaked voice, still not looking up.

"Well, I'm seeing... not one, but two heartbeats!"

Both of your heads snapped back at the monitor and there you see it! From a different angle are two little heartbeats, two blips, two fetuses, two babies in the future!

You almost felt your heart stop from so much happiness!

"Congrats you're having twins! You're about 8 weeks pregnant!", Doctor Amy rejoiced but you still cannot move, neither can Harry until...

"I- oh my God! Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Oh God Oh God Oh God!", Harry jumped from his seat covering his face with his hands.

"Baby, we're going to have our own family!", H crouched down next to your bed while slowly kissing your nose and that's when it finally sunk in! You're pregnant! And with twins! This is more than you could ever ask for!

You're nodding your head repeatedly with tears running to your cheeks rapidly while Harry tried to catch everything.

"Happy, I'm so so happy, H."

"Me too my love, me too... twins?! I- thank you so much baby, you're so wonderful to me and I-", you didn't let him finish talking as you kissed him, not caring if the doctor is still in the room.

After you pulled away, you only smiled at him and pecked his lips once again. Harry helped you clean up the gel on your tummy and go back to your seat earlier, the doctor is already there typing on her computer.

"Congratulations again! Twins are hefty but I'm sure you can both handle it!", you thanked her and proceeded to talk about the pregnancy.

"I'm assuming you already know what to expect, what to do, and not to do, and what to eat mostly, yes? Hopefully, you didn't consume any alcoholic drinks during the last at least 10 weeks and no birth control at all", Amy asked.

"We do know, yes. And no, I didn't drink, and no, none at all.", you're smiling so big, mirroring H.

"Well then, there's really not much to discuss other than your next ultrasound. You two would be great parents! Do you have any questions?"

"Not for now, I think...", and Harry agrees with you.

"If you do then don't think twice of calling me. I'll print the pictures and have my assistant help you with the next appointment if you need to be transferred to another country then let her know, I'll have her recommend you on my pals", the doctor smiled and almost left the room but...

"Can you make it 5 copies?", H asked suddenly.

The doctor looked back and laughed, "of course, you'll just gonna need to pay extra on your way out", she replied.

"That's won't be a problem, just make it 5 please!", Harry looks and sounds like a child asking for another cookie.

"It's settled!", with that, the doctor finally left the room.

The silence is really comfortable as you change back into your normal clothes.

"H, why 5 copies? We don't need that much!", you laughed as you slowly approached your husband to leave the room.

He only smiled and simply answered, "one for you, one for me, one for your parents, one for mines, then one for their album - I'm getting it enlarged and framed."

You just melted as his answer so you just hugged him tight, “I’m having your baby, and it is your business”, you joked and he laughed, exchanging "I love you's".

---

You're back at the car now, looking at the ultrasound pictures. You can see on your peripheral vision how big Harry is grinning.

He faced you and lifted up your shirt, the car still in the parking lot of the hospital. Thank God you managed to be discreet as possible, not seeing any paps insight.

"Hello bundles!", he greeted your tummy with a kiss.

"See, I know you're both there, daddy can sense it. Can't wait to hold you both and protect you from the world", he looked up at you. "Please don't give mummy a hard time, especially now that there's two of you and daddy's gonna be away a lot, but I promise to be there while you two bake in there as much as possible!", he kissed your tummy once more and pulled down your shirt.

You can't help but grin at him, "bundles? And bake?", you asked your husband while laughing, your shoulders shaking from how many laughs you're producing.

"Bundles, they're two, that's what you call it baby! Like the buy one take one thing on the store, bundles! And bake cause they're a bun in the oven, your tummy's the oven and they're the buns! Bundle buns!", he looks so excited while explaining his shenanigans to you.

You face palmed yourself but can't help but to fall in love with him more, if that's possible.

"Know what baby? Let's just get lunch, yeah?", he only nod but he didn't find your response offensive.

You secretly loved his terms "bundles" and "bake", it makes your heart warm.

"What're you all craving, tell daddy!", you slapped his arms at his double meaning!

You answered either way, "we want pasta, daddy!", then winked at him.

"If pasta is what my babies want then pasta is what we'll get!", his hands found your lap to hold your hand but yours isn't there.

He then looked at you holding your tummy with a fond smile on your face and he joined your hands with his, both of you caressing your babies.

"32 weeks baby, 32 weeks.", you said to H and he smiled at you, looking back on the road.

"I'm already thinking of getting us a customized Gucci family clothes for when they arrive!", H cheekily said to you but you know he's not kidding so you just agreed along with him.

You know you're gonna love this pregnancy already. Not only you got one, but two babies! You're more blessed than ever! Plus, you're sure that Harry's going to be giving you everything you crave for! Midnight ice cream sessions, here we come!

_____

[byeoltoyuki]

Pretend ⇾  JJK

Pairing : You x Jungkook

Genre : Fluff / f2l

Words : +4k

Summary : In which Jungkook is your stupid best friend and to who you don’t know how to say no. 

                                                  ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

You paused at your door, torn between the wish to ignore the person behind it (just because you had a feeling it was a rather annoying friend of yours) and to be a good friend and actually open it. You chewed on your cheek before sighing in defeat as the banging at your door was getting louder and louder (and you decided to have mercy on your poor neighbors who didn’t ask to be disturbed by a crazy young man).

With a strong pull at the handle you opened the door widely, ready to share a piece of your mind at the person behind the noise. Just like you expected, Jungkook was behind all the noise. He stopped his arm mid-air, just on time before hitting you as he was about to knock (bang) at the door one more time.

"You’re-"

"I can’t believe she’s back in town!" Jungkook yelled and walked past you as if he owned the place and didn’t need your permission to come in (he didn’t but you wanted to be a jerk, especially when it came to him).

You blinked, staring at the empty spot where Jungkook was supposed to stay before letting another long and tired sigh out. You closed the door behind you and turned to face an all too chatty Jungkook.

"Can you believe it?!" He exclaimed rather dramatically before halting and looking at you. "She called me like we were still friends!" He threw his arms in the air in despair and anger.

"Hello to you too sunshine. I’m fine and you?" You completely ignored his sudden outburst, deciding that it was best to remind him where he was and that you actually had no clue of what he was talking about.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but then closed it almost immediately. So maybe he was a little bit too dramatic and forgot about his manners. However, instead of actually answering to your snarky remark (he learnt long ago that it was a bad idea anyway) he eyed you from head to toe only to realize that the black oversized sweater looked all too familiar. He quirked a brow at you and pointed with an accusing finger at you. "Is it mine?"

You shrugged and walked past him. "You forgot it last time, now it’s mine."

"Thief!" He accused you, ready to fight you to get back his sweater.

"Yeah yeah. You’ll need to take it off me. And just for your information I have nothing under so think twice." You warned him and slumped back on the couch, stretching your legs fully on the couch and leaving no room for another person. "Beer is in the fridge."

Jungkook chuckled in defeat, there was nothing he could do against you, you had won one more time. He followed your suggestion and grabbed a beer from the fridge before joining you on the couch. You raised your legs to let him sit before putting them right on top of him. "Y/N!" He nudged your legs playfully but you ignored his attempt and he gave up after only one protest.

"What! It’s the least you can do after being so rude!" You protested before quickly adding, "And you’re drinking my beer."

"Why am I even friends with you again?"

"I don’t know. I’ve been wondering the same thing for three years."

"Meanie."

"Love you too shithead."

The answer laid probably in your own answer. You had met Jungkook in college, bonding almost instantly after you had punched him right in the face after he touched your butt at a party. It was love at first sight in a way you could say, except you weren’t lovers but best friends. Till this day it was still a mystery at how exactly you bonded but you did. Partying together, studying together (because despite all the parties you still needed to graduate), playing games together. It came as a surprised to your friends that someone like Jungkook and someone like you became friends, if not best friends. But despite all your snarky remarks, all your bickering, Jungkook was a friend you cherished and would probably die for (though you thanked god he didn’t ask for that, yet).

Resigned, Jungkook rested his arms on you and took a sip of your beer.

"So? What was it about?" You asked without looking at him, pretending to be half interested in the movie instead of him.

"What?"

"Someone being in town!" You rolled your eyes at him.

Jungkook scrunched his nose in half disgust. "Right. Soyeon is back in town and she had the nerves to call me!"

"What did she want? Wasn’t she the one who left you anyway?"

You were being only honest because it was common knowledge that the boy who used to fuck around got finally dumped by the girl he supposedly fell in love with. You knew you should feel bad for him, it was your duty as a good friend, except you felt the relationship wouldn’t last from the moment he introduced you to her. Soyeon wasn’t a bad girl, quite the opposite. You appreciated her; she was ambitious, had her beliefs and was too mature compare to Jungkook. And no matter how much Jungkook thought he loved her, it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook pinched your leg in return, upset. "Shut up! I didn’t get dumped!"

"Sure. Whatever floats your boat." But Soyeon being back in town didn’t exactly explain his sudden urge to disturb your peaceful Sunday night. "And then? What happened?"

To your biggest surprise, Jungkook didn’t answer your question, he even refused to look at you, his eyes glued to your TV while his grip on his beer tightened, knuckles turning white before looking nervously at you. "Fuck, I told her we were dating."

Your mind turned completely blank, your brain refused to comprehend  his simple words. But then, it hit you hard; you couldn’t stop yourself from groaning and kicking him hard for his stupidity.

"Jeon Jungkook. You’re an idiot!"

"I panicked!" He defended himself, trying to stop you from kicking him again. "She wanted to see me and I told her my girlfriend wouldn’t be too happy about it."

"The hell! You just could have told her that you didn’t want to see her."

"I know, I know. I’m sorry."

You threw the closest cushion at him that he caught before it could hit him (damn Jeon Jungkook and his good reflexes). You huffed before changing your position, sitting on the couch and facing him. Another insult on the tip of your tongue before you realized something. "Did she even believe you?"

"I’m not sure." Jungkook rubbed his neck, suddenly feeling tired and a tiny bit stupid. "Probably not."

You shook your head, desperate, yet a tiny bit amused with the outcome of this conversation. He should have known, Soyeon was a smart girl, she knew Jungkook, she knew you and she definitely knew your friendship.

"I guess she won’t find out the truth anyway." You finally said and relaxed for your own sake. This boy had a bad habit of giving you headaches which made you judge your poor choice in terms of friends.

Jungkook agreed on that and took another sip of his beer, thinking that the confrontation didn’t go as bad as he had imagined.

"Hey Y/N." He started, "Can you pretend to be my girlfriend if I need it?"

"No." You answered without batting an eye.

"Oh come on! I’m a nice guy. And hot." You kicked him again for that but before you could remove your leg, he grabbed your ankle, staring intensely at you. "Don’t even try lying. You know I’m hot."

He was, you weren’t blind. But apart from being hot, Jungkook had a huge ego and there was no way in the world you would boost it (he had other girls for that).

Seeing that you weren’t responding, he pulled at your leg, making you fall on your back with a shriek, completely taken off guard. Jungkook took advantage of the situation by crawling on top of you, hands on each side of your head, trapping you under him. He smirked proudly.

"So, what do you say?" He asked again, face nearing yours.

It was so like him to use his strength to his advantage, making sure you had no other choice but either kick him in the balls or accept your defeat. You were truly annoyed and was just about to share a piece of your mind - you didn’t. Your senses got suddenly overwhelmed with the way he looked at you, cute wrinkles around his eyes as he was smiling at you,

You were annoyed, ready to kick him in the balls, and yet having him hovering over you, being suddenly so dominant, did something to you. God Y/N you need to get laid. You slapped yourself mentally to clear your mind and regain control over your body.

"I’m not sure my boyfriend would be too happy about it."

"What?!" Jungkook almost jumped from the couch as if you had burnt him. He put some space between you, looking at you in disbelief. "What boyfriend? When? Who?"

Too gullible, you wanted to say but he bit you at it by how fast his expression changed, going from awfully confused to extremely offended.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" He sounded genuinely upset. "I’m your best friend. We don’t hide this kind of thing from each other!" Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you.

It was too much for your to handle; even in his annoyance he still managed to look endearing. You stood up and cupped his face between your hands, smiling fondly at your dummy-adorable best friend (who would even believe that he used to be a fuckboy if they saw him like that). You squished his cheeks, laughing at his cute face.

"Stop it." He tried to say and yet he didn’t try to stop you.

"Aren’t you cute when you’re sulking?" You teased him some more, clearly enjoying his misery.

"Y/N."

"Fine." You let go of him but not without squishing his face one more time.

Jungkook sighed in relief (making sure to hide the fact that he actually enjoyed your annoyingly endearing behavior). "So. Who’s this guy?"

A dashing smile spread on your face at his question. You would probably regret your decision later but you couldn’t ignore Jungkook. "You are apparently."

"You-" He started, confused and not believing his ears. Instead of finishing his sentence, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from the floor, he spun you around, too excited with your decision.

"You’re the best." Jungkook put you back on the floor but didn’t completely let go of you. He trapped your face between his warm, big hands and kissed your forehead - you punched him in the stomach for that.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

Nothing could please you more than a good party on a Friday night after work. So when Jimin suggested to reunite your whole group of friends, you said yes right away.

"Are you sure about this Park?" You pointed at Jimin with your shooter of vodka, letting him a chance out of his stupid challenge. Some things just never change. Jimin, after three years of friendship, still challenged you from time to time to see who would get drunk first.

"Are you scared Y/N?" He wiggled his brows playfully at you.

"Last time I checked you're the one who loses to me almost every single time. I was being nice to you but since you want to get wasted." You shrugged and emptied your shooter as if it was water, signaling the beginning of this challenge.

Jimin emptied his just as quickly, ready to grab the next shooter that he had prepared for this special challenge. He would not let you win this time, he swore to himself.  

You smirked and grabbed your second shooter, emptying it in one go - Jimin followed.

The night was still young and it was a bad idea to start the party with a stupid challenge but you couldn't just say no to Jimin, not when he so shamelessly provoked you. There was no way you would let him win. Not now, not ever and especially not tonight when you felt so good.

Except sometimes plans just wouldn't go as you planned, especially when Jeon Jungkook was involved.

You had lost Jungkook among Jimin's guests, not minding it a tiny bit, it wouldn't be the first time that you would come together and part the moment you got inside.

Jungkook grabbed your wrist, stopping you from emptying your fourth shooter and forced you to stand up and face him. You were ready to snap at him with some nasty remarks if it wasn't for his lips shutting you before any words could even leave your lips. You blinked confused by the sudden kiss that came from nowhere (and even more confused by the fact that Jungkook's lips felt actually nice).

"Jungkook-" You tried to put some space between you but he was quick to react, putting a hand behind your neck, he pressed his lips harder against you, biting on your lower lip to make you part your lips. To your utter surprise, your body reacted on its own, responding, letting him slid his tongue easily, deepening the kiss.

It was new, unexpected on so many levels. Despite knowing Jungkook for three years, never had you imagined kissing him. Some would say you were crazy, spending so much time with him and never trying something but Jungkook was just this dork, the guy who would act all cocky before people and then be a good boy with his close one. So why would you consider kissing him? But now that you were finally crossing the line, it didn't feel as bad as you thought.

Sighing in defeat, you circled your arms around his neck, fingers raking through his hair, you kissed him back eagerly. Maybe you would regret it later but for now your mind was just as busy as you were, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook’s lips against yours, tongue ravishing your mouth. You pulled at his hair, making him groan against your lips, you pressed yourself harder against him, wanting to feel more of him.

Out of breath, Jungkook was the one to break the kiss, yet he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping you close.

You realized, for the first time ever, that being so close to him and seeing him breathless was hot and sexy as hell. Now, those weren’t the right thoughts to have about your best friend but you couldn’t stop it.

"Jungkook?" Another time you would have probably made a snarky remark or worse, punched him. But tonight, apart from the fact that he looked too good to be real, something was bothering him because Jeon Jungkook would never risk to kiss you if he held to his life. Or balls.

"She’s here." He whispered, making sure that not Jimin or any of your friends could hear you (not like they could anyway considering the noise).

You chose to answer him with a peck on his lips, followed quickly by another on his nose. If Jungkook was surprised, he didn’t show it.

"Get a room!" Jimin interrupted your moment, smirking knowingly at you.

"Are you jealous, Jimin?" You teased back, unfazed with his attempt to annoy you.

You took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him with you, making sure to keep him close to you. You didn’t look for Soyeon, so far, you didn’t even care if she was really somewhere among the others.

Jungkook took his seat beside you, thighs brushing yours, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before returning your attention to a very amused Jimin.

"Am not." Jimin answered. His eyes, however, darted back and forth between your face and your intertwined hands before stopping at your very exposed cleavage. "Though, maybe a little."

"Sorry babe, those," You put your hands on your breasts, "Are not for you."

"You truly are breaking my heart, cupcake." Jimin put his hand over his chest, feigning being heartbroken.

"I see you’re still as dramatic as ever, Jimin." Soyeon joined you with a glass or wine, smiling at you.

"Soyeon!" Jimin beamed happily, he jumped from his place to give her a warm hug.

Jungkook tensed by your side. You put your hand on his thigh to make him realize that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t leave him in the mess he had created.

"I’m glad you could make it." Jimin wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned her to face you.

"Long time no see Y/N, Jungkook." Soyeon greeted you with her pretty smile.

She hadn’t changed a bit, you thought. Still the same sweet smile, still as charming and cute.

"Welcome back I guess." You finally spoke which made Soyeon stare a little too intensely at both you and Jungkook. Not like you didn’t expect it and not like you could really blame her.

"I must admit," Soyeon started, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "When Jungkook told me you were dating, I had a hard time believing it."

"Don’t worry. I didn’t even know they were dating." Jimin commented and glared at you.

You decided that Jimin had a death wish. You adored Jimin but you wouldn’t mind strangling him right now. Thing you couldn’t do, sadly.

When you saw Soyeon raising a brow at you, you decided to save the situation before it was too late. "Why would we tell you we’ve been hooking up for a while?"

"Are you kidding-"

"Jimin. I adore you, but you and I know that if we had told you, the whole world would have known too."

Jimin slumped back into his seat, sulking, before running his fingers through his hair - you had a point. "Damn. I know I teased you a lot about your relationship with Jungkook but."

"I know. We didn’t see it coming either." You shrugged

While you were talking, Jungkook was lost in his own world, eyes glued on your face. His heart pounded hard in his chest as you lied so easily for him, so naturally. You were a good actress and he was lucky to have you by his side. But listening to you made him realize that he wished some of your words were true. Before he could stop himself, he took a strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it, without thinking of what people could think about it.

Whatever you were about to say vanished the moment Jungkook touched you; you instantly turned your face to look at him, only to see him grinning at you.

"You’re disgusting." Jimin groaned

"They’re cute." You heard Soyeon commenting and if you weren’t so lost in Jungkook’s eyes, you would have shared a piece of your mind too.

Jungkook couldn’t resist, he leaned closer, hands on your face as he claimed your lips. A gentle and terribly sweet brush of his lips that made your heart skip a beat.

Shit.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

Like any other human being, you had made mistakes. Some cost you a lot, some were silly, but the thing with Jungkook? It was a whole new level of mistakes. Or dumb shit you had done.

You should have known from the start that agreeing to his idea was a bad thing. But the whole kissing thing? It left a rather unwelcome taste. You wanted more.

And maybe wearing his sweater wasn’t such a great idea either, it only made you think about his stupid face, his stupidly attractive face.

You grabbed the cushion beside you and hid your face, muffling a scream of frustration. Where were those feelings coming from?

A knock at your door made you straighten up too fast on the couch. You were almost tempted to pretend that you weren’t at home. Almost. Your body made the decision for you by moving on its own toward the door. Your heart was pounding hard against your ribs, excited and scared at the same time to see who decided to interrupt you oh not so boring night.

Jungkook was of course the culprit. Except this time he knocked only twice and didn’t wake the whole neighborhood up.

"Hi." Your voice cracked lamely. You wished the floor could swallow you whole.

Jungkook stayed oddly quiet, not commenting it. He eyed you, raising a brow as you were once again wearing his sweater. Another time and if he wasn’t so annoyed with your last messages, he would have teased you, but now he simply bit his lip.

"Jungkook?" He had you worried, he was way too calm to be the Jeon Jungkook.

"Can I come in?"

"What?" You asked completely taken aback. "Since when do you ask for permission?"

He sighed. "Can I?"

You moved from the way, opening the door wider for him to come in. You had an uneasy feeling about Jungkook’s sudden calmness that was so out of his character (especially around you). Should I worry?

You closed the door behind you and followed him to the main room. Jungkook stood in the middle, his back facing you, hands in his pockets, but his posture told you he was tensed.

"Jungkook?"

He still didn’t answer you, too lost in his own thoughts. And yet, he turned around to look at you, eyes darker than ever, frowning, almost as if you had wronged him in some kind of way and you sure as hell felt like it.

"Were you serious?" Jungkook finally asked

"He talks!" To what he rolled his eyes. "About what?" You actually had a tiny idea of what he was talking about but a part of you refused to believe that he came just because of your message.

"About regretting that night at Jimin’s party."

So it is about it.

"Well. It was a bad idea from the beginning and now Jimin is upset we left him out." You lied. Jimin wasn’t that upset, he whined for about thirty minutes about how terrible of a friend you were, but apart from that he didn’t care. You, however, couldn’t honestly admit to Jungkook that what bothered you was not his plan and even less Jimin’s opinion, but how you felt after kissing him. Jungkook was your friend you sure as hell made clear to never think of him any other way.

"So it’s only because of Jimin?" He didn’t sound convince and frankly you weren’t either.

"Yes."

Jungkook took his hands out of his pockets and took a step towards you. "I don’t believe you." He halted right before you, towering you and looking (you had to admit it) quite intimidating. And hot.

"You should."

"Then, it had nothing to do with the kiss?"

Your heart missed a beat. You clenched your fist, nails digging into your flesh as you tried hard not to show just how affected you were. "It was for the show. I thought we established that."

"You felt nothing?"

You shouldn’t be hesitating to answer that, but you did. "Nothing."

"Nothing at all?"

You didn’t answer to confirm a second time. Jungkook hummed and closed his eyes for a second before looking back at you. "So if I kiss you again you will slap me?" He touched your cheek, thumb stroking your skin. "Won’t you?"

You inhaled sharply, unable to formulate any answer, unable to think straight, you were completely lost in his touch and the way he looked at you made it worse.

Jungkook smirked at your lack of reaction and instead of waiting for an answer he decided to take the risk and try his theory. His hand left your cheek only to lift your chin with a finger, he leaned in to capture your lips.

There it was again. The same spark you had previously felt. A spark that you hadn’t felt for a long time (and you certainly didn’t expect to feel it with him). Your insides melted at the simple, gentle touch of his lips.

"You lied." He whispered against your lips

You opened your eyes, your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of Jungkook smirking at you, knowing all too well that he was right and you had lost to him.

"Fuck you." You snapped, your arms already around his neck, your lips back against his.

"Gladly."

[thewritewolf]

In Due Time Chapter 1: Witch AU

Hello and welcome to my entry for Marichat May 2020 - In Due Time! Figuring out an idea for this fic was an exhausting journey and I must've gone through nine or ten different ideas before inspiration struck and I ended up with this one. I've very excited to tell this story, and I hope you will like reading it just as much as I did writing it.

@marichatmay

Enjoy!

Summary: For eight years, Chat Noir and Red Beetle have been fighting to bring Hawkmoth to justice. But after so many years with no progress to show for their efforts, there are rumors that the Red Beetle has given up crime fighting.

Alone and without even a partner to rely on and all the while facing increasingly more dangerous akumas, Chat Noir has to find someone worthy of taking up the ladybug miraculous.

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Marinette stood in the bus with a handful of strangers, most of whom were sending her curious glances. That didn’t surprise her too much and she couldn’t blame them, even if it was making her a little self conscious. Paris might be a large, cosmopolitan city, but even so, someone dressed like a witch at sundown was sure to attract attention.

As she clenched her hands against her heavy skirt, Marinette was glad she’d at least designed her outfit to be practical. Having to endure all this scrutiny while freezing in the late October weather might have caused her to just head right back home before even reaching the party. And having to keep track of a purse while holding onto her prop broomstick would’ve been just awful. Another benefit to being a designer - she could add pockets to whatever she wanted.

It came as a huge relief when she got off the bus and started seeing more people in costume. At least she wasn’t sticking out in the crowd any more. Although now she was wondering just how many people were going to be showing up to Alya’s party. For all that talk about how Marinette went overboard with things, Alya could certainly keep up with the craziest that Marinete could pull and then some.

Maybe it was because of all the traffic the Cat Chat had been seeing. It had never really died down since those early years in lycee - the opposite, actually. The longer Hawkmoth’s war on Paris dragged on, the more that Chat Noir and Red Beetle were put into the spotlight and lauded. Or critiqued, Marinette admitted with a frown. That last article she had read had been scathing, but Alya had been quick to rip it to shreds on the Cat Chat.

As she stepped into the building after flashing her VIP ticket to the doorman, there was no doubt in her mind that the now infamous article was why there were so many people wearing costumes of Paris’s heroes today. Well - wearing costumes of Chat Noir, that is.

“Girl!”

Marinette looked around, clutching her broomstick tightly. She smiled when she saw Alya, wearing a female version of the Chat Noir costume, bulldoze her way through the crowded floor.

“Alya!” The two women kissed cheeks and hugged. “It’s been a few days, how have you been?”

“Crazy and frantic,” Alya said with a laugh. “But you know I wouldn’t have it any other way, girl.” She took a step back and walked around Marinette. “And look at you! You really went all out with this costume, huh?”

“What was I gonna do?” Marinette said with a smirk. “Not splurge for my bestie’s Halloween party?”

“I appreciate it, M. It helps the atmosphere.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Especially with how tacky some of these costumes are. But hey!” Her voice returned to her usual volume again. “I can’t expect everyone to have a snazzy outfit for the first annual Cat Chat Halloween party.”

“You’re obsessed.” Marinette giggled.

“Why shouldn’t we get to have some Halloween fun too? Trust me, this is the start of something great.” Alya glanced behind her and cursed. “Or at least it would if people would stop trashing things. Sorry for bailing, but foods over there,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder as she started edging away from Marinette. “Have fun! Socialize!”

And just like that Marinette was alone again.

Now, Marinette wasn’t a shy wallflower by any stretch of the imagination. But this was a perfect storm of eroded confidence that she had emerged into. The lingering stares on the bus. The press of people all around her. The fact that she knew literally no one here except for Alya. Which was surprising, at least until she remembered that Nino was busy today with a gig on the other side of town. He may not understand his girlfriend’s obsession, but at least he was supportive.

Regardless, it all piled up on her until she found herself floating at the edges of the party, using the big buffet table and the wall at her back as a buffer against the giant throng of people.

“Pretty big turn out, isn’t it?”

Marinette just about jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice just behind her, causing her pointy black hat to fall over her eyes. As she fumbled her broomstick and drink to try and fix it, she felt it be lifted and placed carefully back on top of her head.

“Sorry about that, little witch,” came the voice again and now she could see vibrant green eyes like shining emeralds looking down at her. Down because the person they belonged to was so tall, even lounging against the wall like he was. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No sweat,” she replied mechanically, her designer eyes already at work sweeping over his outfit. It turned out to be the sixth Chat Noir costume of the night, but she could hardly complain. It was leaps and bounds better than the usual cheap stuff that she’d been seeing all night.

“See something you like?” There was a teasing lilt in his voice. Her eyes rose back to his and she saw the flirty smirk he was wearing.

“Sorry, I was just admiring your costume. It is definitely the most accurate one I’ve seen all night.”

“Are you something of a Chat Noir expert?” He asked, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Well, I’m a designer so I have an eye for those sorts of things. Everyone remembers the ears and tail, and most people remember the bell,” she flicked his, delighted that it had a pleasant metallic ring. “Getting the size of the bell, the leather-like quality of the ears and tail - those are common mistakes.”

“Well, if I’m going to be Chat Noir, I may as well go the full distance, right?” Again there was a playful look in his expression, like there was a joke he wasn’t sharing.

“Yeah, but most people don’t even realize that the super suits are made up of tiny hexagons,” she said, pointing at the miniscule figures making up his costume. “How do they even do that? Heck, how did you?”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “You must be a really big fan then, huh? Like you said, most people don’t know that trivia.”

“It helps that my best friend runs the Cat Chat,” she said with a smirk, expecting him to be impressed. Instead, he snorted.

“Yeah that makes sense. If you’re Alya’s closest friend, you probably get sent all the articles before they’re published.” He patted her shoulder. “My condolences. Even I can’t keep up with everything she puts out.”

“Which reminds me-”

“Witch reminds you?” He said, looking very pleased with his pun.

Marinette chuckled, shaking her head. “Sure. Anyway, you haven’t given me your name?”

His smile widened. “You can just call me Chat Noir.”

“You might have to be more specific there,” she said with a glance to a couple of Chat Noirs nearby.

“Ah, trying to rely on my good manners to figure out my true identity. Very clever, but no, you’ll have to make due with just Chat Noir.”

“You really are playing the part, aren’t you?” Marinette rolled her eyes. “That’s fine, I suppose. But seriously, what’s your costume made out of?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Well, I’ve always been curious about the real deal since I’m an up and coming designer-”

“In my experience,” Chat Noir interrupted with a grin. “‘Up and coming’ usually means ‘down and out at the moment.’”

She glares at him for a moment before turning away. Intending to get a refill of punch and some distance away from ‘Chat Noir’, she started walking away. He snagged her elbow - not tightly, but just enough to make her pause.

“Wait! Sorry, that was rude of me. This is the longest I’ve gone talking to a pretty lady for a while, please excuse me.” When she turned back around, he breathed a sigh of relief. “So, you’re a designer?”

“Yes,” she said, still feeling a little miffed but also feeling a boost to her ego from the pretty lady comment. “I actually made my costume for this party.”

“Really?” Chat said, surprised. “I thought it looked a cut above what everyone else was wearing. Do you mind if I take a look?” He smirked, but it lacked some of the cockiness from before. There was a slight shyness that was endearing. “I don’t want to just… oogle you without permission.”

She giggled. “Sure! I’d love for someone to actually appreciate the work that went into this.”

Setting down her drink, she held her broom and spun around slow enough that he could get a good look. When she was facing him again, he was wearing an impressed look.

“Its even better than I thought it was. Naturally, I realized it was excellent quality, but not many designers today would remember to balance comfort and practicality in addition to appearance. Plus,” he added as he ran a claw along a seam, “these stitches are expertly done. I bet you’ve been practicing sewing for a long time.”

“Since before lycee! I was making clothes and accessories even back then. In fact…”

Their conversation wore on for the next couple hours and it turned out ‘Chat Noir’ had more than just a cute face and a flirty tongue. He had a surprisingly good knowledge of fashion and the industry, even gave her a few tips for how to break into it.

As much as she tried to steer the conversation toward him and what he did, he always managed to expertly get her back into talking about her. It was almost as if he had plenty of practice doing it, but she was just glad to have someone new to talk to. All her work recently had left her without many friends to casually talk to. Which was no doubt another reason Alya had gone out of her way to give her a VIP invite.

Eventually, though, ‘Chat Noir’ left. It was only a few moments later that she realized she had forgotten to ask his name again, or at least ask for his number (he was a cutie after all). But by the time she turned around to look for him, he’d vanished without a trace.

Not that she had long to dwell on it. Just as she was frowning and searching the crowd, Alya stormed over to her. Her eyes were wide and she had that manic energy around her that Marinette had rightly learned to dread over the years.

“Girl! Do you know who you were just talking to?!”

“Some guy that wouldn’t give me his name and insisted I called him Chat Noir,” she said with a sigh. “Which sucks, but-”

“That’s because that was Chat Noir!”

“I get why you think that - it was a super impressive costume - but-”

“No, girl. Listen to me.” She put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and stared her in the eye. “I’ve spent eight years running a blog with a cat pun in the name because of that furry. Eight years of studying Chat Noir and Red Beetle. I’ve interviewed him! If anyone can point out the real Chat Noir out of a bunch of lookalikes, its me.”

Alya shook Marinette in her excitement. “You just spent the evening flirting with Chat Noir, you amazing minx!”

Marinette smiled as Alya babbled excitedly, but in the comfort of her own mind she frowned. That wasn’t at all what she expected the bombastic, energetic hero she always saw on television to be like. With the party dying down, she headed back to Alya’s place to spend the night, still trying to merge the image of the larger-than-life hero of Paris and the shy boy asking her if she’d let him look at her costume.

There seemed to be more to Chat Noir than she had ever given him credit for.

[loveisblindfanfictionbka]

Love Is Blind: Chapter Two

A: You know it really just sounds like your sister really cares about you

C: She does but she’s making this such a bigger deal than it needs to be. I just want to be able to sort my feelings out without feeling like I’m obligated to do something with them immediately

A: I know that feeling so well. My friend asked me if I was still in love with my ex and I don’t know how to answer her

C: I mean your relationship was unfinished so I could understand the possibility. No closure makes it feel like things never ended. They just stopped

A: you put it in much better words than I ever could. 

C: Coming from an emotionally challenged man, sometimes the right thing doesn’t always feel right at the time. It hurts. Caring about anyone comes with that risk but sometimes you have to see it from their side before you can heal. People tend to enter situations expecting others to be like them and we hurt ourselves by doing that. Your ex may have loved you but he didn’t know how to love you anymore and felt it was better to let you go than ruin you. It couldn’t have been easy for you to watch him struggle

A: No but I felt like he never gave me a chance to help

C: People don’t always want to be fixed. Being damaged may have been too comfortable for him

A: I wish I could’ve known if it was. He never really talked to me. I think something happened that he couldn't deal with it and he shut me out because of it

C: thats always possible especially if he wasn’t like that before

A: You ever think about getting into another relationship?

C:Thought about it? Sure but I think I only got enough love in me to take care of my daughter. I haven’t quite rebounded back either.

A: Did you and your ex-wife have the child together?

C: No, I”m in the process of fostering and adopting. I got Anesa when she was one years old

A: That is so cool.

C: You ever consider having a child?

A: It was a part of the plan when I was married but we never quite made it that far

C: Same here but there’s always alternatives

A: I’ll think about it. I am getting up there in age

C: If from any indication of your photo, you’d have no problems. Many women are having babies at your age

A: Why thank you for the ego boost

C: You ever consider dating again?

A: No. I think I am way too damaged to not ruin somebody else

C: Ah, I know the feeling

A: You’re a good listener, Chris

C: Thanks. You too. So what’s your night looking like?

A: A movie and a glass of wine. You?

C: Grading papers

A: for a music class?

C: They still have to do research papers for me. Allows me to gage how they grasp concepts and detect their style

A: Hmm...that’s interesting

C: Part of my class is songwriting and music composition, at least a basic level teaching of both. I have separate sections that go into each more in depth but only a few students are selected to be invited to take those classes. This is my main selection pool outside of those who audition

A: that sounds extensive

C: it can be but I like it

A: Do you only teach major classes or can students take you as an elective?

C: They can take me as an elective but most end up dropping the class by the second week

A: Really? Why?

C: It’s more work than they intended to do in an elective especially if you’re like a business or science major. It’s not exactly contributing to anything but your credit requirement 

A: True. I can understand that

C: Anna?

A: Yes?

C: You ever think about us meeting one day?

A: I’ve considered but I don’t know if I wanna ruin the mystery of you, yet. You?

C: Same lol

A; Well I got some wine and a movie to get to and I’ll leave you to your papers. Have a good night

C: You too

Robyn logged off and pressed her head into her pillow. Was it weird for her to start to like this guy? Honestly, they’ve never met so she wouldn’t know him from a hole in the wall yet she feels close to him like they’ve been friends forever. The fact he didn’t turn away when she started talking about her ex and even tried to help her understand some things was really deep for her. Her friends and family had tried but so much of what they said just seemed so biased and sympathy-ridden for her ex. Like where’s her sympathy? Did nobody care about how he acted affected her? Somehow Chris understood her and it was the craziest thing.

Chris turned to the next paper for one of his students and after a few moments acknowledged his mind was with Anna and not on his work. He could sympathize with her struggle to move on and the fact that she was probably still in love with her ex. He didn’t hate his but he was too damaged to love her like she deserved. A part of him hates that he wasn’t man enough to tell her that when he left. She probably had a hole in her just like Anna or maybe she had moved on just fine. It’s not fair to project his life onto her.

“Daddy, are you going to sleep soon?”

Chris turned to see Anesa standing in the doorway of the kitchen with her teddy bear in her arms. He opened his arms and she climbed into his lap, “Hey Love Bug, what you doing up?”

“It’s raining.”

Chris glanced over at the window and nodded his agreement, “you got scared, huh?”

“Yea.”

“Well there’s nothing to worry about, Daddy’s right here.”

“Daddy, am I ever gonna get a mommy?”

“Well Sweetheart, that’s a very complicated question.”

“Is it?”

“Yea, see I don't’ know if I wanna share you with anybody else.”

Anesa giggled, “well if I can share you, you think you can share me?”

“I’d have to think about it really hard. Is that something you’re nervous about?”

“I just don’t want you to be all alone.”

“I know, Love Bug but I’ll be just fine.”

“Auntie Jessica said you were married before.”

“I was.”

“What happened to her? Did she die?”

“No. Things just didn’t work out. I wasn’t exactly the right guy for her.”

“Oh. So she left?”

“No, I did but I really thought it was the best thing to do at the time.”

“Do you miss her?”

Chris sighed as he leaned his chin on the top of her head, “sometimes I do. Sometimes I do.”

“Does it make you sad?”

“It can but I’ve learned to deal with it.”

“Do you think you’d ever go back to her?”

“I don’t think that would be the right thing to do either.”

“Oh.”

“You sound so sad, Honey.”

“I’m sad for you, Daddy.”

“Why? I’m happy. I’m exactly where I want to be. Here with my Love Bug and my work. Daddy’s just fine.”

Anesa turned and hugged him as Chris blew out a breath over her shoulder.

                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Robyn washed her hands then sat down in her office. She had steady appointments all day, luckily mostly check ups but she was still tired. Being the head vet and the owner and shelter organizer always took a toll on her body. She twisted her neck from side to side to relieve some tension just as her office door opened, “Hi Beverly.”

Beverly, her trusty assistant, was always ready to rain on her parade, “Ms. Fenty, we just received a really huge invitation in the mail.”

“We?”

“Well you but you know what I mean.”

“What is it for?”

“The New York Society Charity Awards Gala. They want to recognize the shelter for its success.”

“That’s nice. Tell Ashley to go in my place.”

“Wait. What?”

“I don’t feel like rubbing elbows with the rich, that’s Ashley’s forte, let her do it.”

“Fenty, this is a huge opportunity for donations and connections. You cannot send your shelter manager in your place.”

“Why can’t I? She’s dealt with these people before. She even knows most of them. She has an Ivy League Degree, why can’t she go in my place?”

“The award is for you.”

“So?”

“Robyn, you can’t be serious.”

“I am in no condition to be bothered with anyone.”

“The gala isn’t for another month, you can’t muster up some give a fuck in a month.”

Robyn glared at Beverly, who simply folded her arms across her chest in response, “I’m not doing this.”

“You are doing this. I will schedule your appointment with your stylists for fittings and hair tryouts. We’ll see about getting you an escort and get a speech written for you.”

“I’m not going, Beverly.”

“You will go even if I have to get your entire family from Barbados to make you. This is a perfect opportunity and you will not squander it being anti-social.”

“Get out of my office, Beverly.”

“I will add the appropriate appointments to your calendar. Your 2:30 appointment canceled so you’re free until 4.”

Beverly promptly walked out of her office and Robyn tossed her head down on her desk. She couldn’t do this. She hadn’t been to an event like this since she was married to Chris. He’s a well-known architect and had a hand in a lot of buildings in the city. The circles aren’t that large in this tax bracket so she’s sure to run into people she knew back in California. She wasn’t ready for the questions and the stares if she showed up and especially if she showed up with someone else. They had kept their divorce quiet for several reasons mainly because she didn’t want to be embarrassed. Robyn Fenty, veterinarian extraordinaire, can’t even keep her marriage together. Some of those people would be colleagues, alumnus of her alma mater, people who whispered that once Chris got a taste of the good life, he wouldn’t stay with his middle school girlfriend long. Sadly, they were right. They barely made it three years before he walked out. She wasn’t going to this gala.

C: I really think you should attend. It’s for business.

A: It’s business that I don’t want anything to do with. I have associates specifically for things like this

C: Why is it so bad for you to go?

A: These parties always have people I knew back when I was married. Many of them don't know I’m divorced

C: Well people get divorced all the time

A: Yea but they normally don't have to be around the same people who said it wouldn’t last

C: Anna, you can’t be embarrassed about something so common.Things happens

A: That’s easy to say

C: Besides I would love to see a photo of you in your gown

A: Lol, is that the real reason you want me to go?

C: Well considering we aren’t meeting anytime soon, it’d be nice to see

A: it wouldn’t be a face shot.

C: Not changing anything for me

A: I mean I could just get dressed, post the picture and you’d be none the wiser

C: You could but I sense you’re a little too honest for that

A: Lol, I’ll take that as a compliment

C: Good, because I meant it as one

A: lol

C: are you writing lol because you’re actually laughing or because you’re smiling?

A: both

C: they do make emojis

A: Yea but I feel silly using them

C: Ah, I guess

A:You know what, I will go to the gala if you agree to go on a virtual outing with me

C: Like VR

A: More like a video meet up but no cameras

C: Just voices?

A: automated voices

C: you really wanna hold onto this mystery thing, huh?

A: I feel so comfortable with you, probably because I don’t know you but I feel like once you remove the mystery, shit gets too real

C: That’s a good rationale. How about this, my job has some assistance programs that can do text to speech. I can send you a few options, you choose one, we pick a date and we have our little blind date so to speak

A: you would do that for me?

C: Absolutely. I really like you, Anna

A: I like you too, Chris

“So you really like him but you won’t go on a real date with him?” Melissa asked.

“Mel, if I do that then this becomes way more than what it is.”

“Which is?”

“Two people just getting to know each other.”

“Without having to really know each other. You haven’t told this man your real name.”

“Because it doesn’t matter. That’s what I like most. The little things don’t matter.”

“So if he was using a fake name too, it wouldn’t bother you.”

“No. He’s not obligated to give me anything he doesn’t want to.”

“You are petrified of commitment.”

“I’ve been hurt enough, I don’t want to go through that again.”

“And you think by withholding basic information yet spending time with this man will prevent that.”

“The longer he remains a stranger, the easier it will be to walk away. I’m not looking for love or to move on. Just a new friend,” Robyn replied as she held a dress up to her body, “what do you think?”

“It’s nice. You really want to go long sleeves for this?”

“Either that or get a nice jacket. It gets cold at these things.”

“That’s true. So who’s your escort?”

“Nobody. I told Beverly that I’d go but I am not taking anybody with me.”

“Not even me?”

“Do you want to go? I can send in for a plus one.”

“Not really but it was nice you offered.”

“You sure Sis?”

“Very sure. I got a boyfriend to do things with on the weekends so I’ll be busy.”

“Oh rub it in. How is Juan anyway?”

“He is good. We were thinking about doing a friendcation next month. Go back to PR to see his family.”

“Oh that’s nice. I’m sure Lele and you will have a great time.”

“You wouldn’t come?”

“No. Hard pass.”

“I’m really tired of you ducking us, it’s not like we’re gonna fix you up on a blind date or something.”

“I know but I also don’t want to be the fifth wheel. No thank you.”

Melissa sighed, “I guess. Maybe if you’d get your life right with this new Chris, you could bring him.”

“I don’t want to meet him, Mel”

“I really don’t understand why not, y’all seem to have great chemistry.”

“Yea but I really just wanna leave it at that. I’m too fragile for anything more.”

“Have you ever thought to talk to your ex-husband?”

“Why? So he can make me feel even worse?”

“Or maybe so you can heal. Robyn, y’all had a really abrupt situation. You both were in a bad space. Maybe you just need to talk things out so you can move on.”

“Why do y’all coddle him so much? Why is it nobody’s mad at him but me?”

“Because we love both of you. Clearly, neither of you were in your right minds. Nobody thought you should've gotten divorced but neither of you were happy.”

“I did not want one. He wanted out and nobody seems to be lying that at his doorstep. It’s almost like you know something that I don’t.”

“Robs, that is most definitely not the case. We just don’t think being mad at anyone is gonna solve anything. Chris was hurting, from what we don’t know, but we all knew something wasn’t right with him. You were hurting, we all knew that too. Neither of you needed the extra weight of anyone else’s judgment.”

“It doesn’t feel very neutral.”

“Because you don’t want neutral, you want us to pick sides and that’s not gonna get any of us anywhere.”

“Well have you spoken to him?”

“We texted a few months ago but that was it.”

“Oh.”

“Do you wanna see him?”

“No because I’m still angry. Seven years later and I’m still fucking pissed. Seeing him would do me no good.”

“Robs, I think it might.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m thinking the navy blue, what about you?’

Melissa sighed, “I love it.”

“Great.”

Robyn grabbed the dress and headed to the cash register.

[nyisles]

Magic In The Hamptons

~ part two, be kind ~ 

part one

Player: Mathew Barzal 

Words: around 3.3k 

Warnings: language?

Notes: wowowow, part one was so well received that I honestly just pray you folks enjoy. Anywho, she’s here and she’s unedited :-) 

Now it was just a game. How long does one wait to text someone back after they disappear for three weeks? You hadn’t thought much of it after week two. The first week you were a little down on yourself, spent a little too much time wondering what exactly was the problem? It was a constant topic of conversation amongst you, your girlfriends, your work friends, and Reese who all seemed to love to talk about your nonexistent love life. They also didn’t quite understand the magnitude of ‘professional hockey player’ who ghosted, it cut a little deeper than your regular ghosting. You felt like maybe the Islander wags’ advice wasn’t even worth it, you should’ve just gone home with him. Maybe he felt rejected, but you never outwardly said no? Right now you wished you had Grace’s number. An SOS text was what you really needed, and she seemed to really be clued in on Mat. This absolutely sucked, he decided after three weeks you were worth the text and it didn’t give your ego a boost at all. Something that Mat didn’t fail to do when you were together at the wedding. You were a big self love, forget about those who don’t want you kinda girl, but God you couldn’t help but want to text him immediately. Your heart sped up and the butterflies in your stomach kicked into overdrive after you saw the text. It wasn’t even a drunk text. It was a casual 3pm text message, which made it hit a little different.          “Maybe you could wait like...a week?” Reese said laying back on the couch in your studio apartment scrolling through his phone, not paying you any mind. He was great at getting you into this whole mess, taking you to a wedding you weren’t even invited to. Now he was here and unable to give you any sort of boy advice. At this point in your friendship you should’ve known, but you had no one else who understood the scenario. He was one of your best friends. His legs hanging over the armrest dangling along as you paced back and forth of the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the hardwood floor. “You know, I think this whole thing is dumb. Just answer the guy. He texted you for a reason.” The pout on your face said otherwise, you didn’t find this dumb at all. This was a serious matter. “I need more female friends. You are no help. Yesterday you called me a 6 with a personality!” You exclaimed, pushing his legs off the side of the couch making room for yourself to sit down. Throwing yourself onto the couch you feel into a slumped position. “I need someone well versed in hockey boy, you just aren’t cutting it.”        Within seconds Reese grabbed your phone off of the coffee table in front of you, unlocking your phone with great ease. It was moments like these where you regretted letting him know all of your passwords. The next moment happened in what felt like slow motion, but as soon as he picked up your phone you knew you were doomed. Reese was always like an older brother figure, someone who could embarrass you in less than a minute. Watching his fingers type away, you attempted to lunge for the phone but it was too late, you never thought he’d follow through with the action, but he did, locking the phone throwing it back at you on the couch. “Six’s with personalities deserve love too.. Or at least a hot hookup.”        (Y/N): three weeks and all you got is ‘hey’?        You shrieked reading over the text message Reese had sent to Mat in your honor. “Why would you do that? Are you stupid? Is your brain the size of a literal pea?” With that you saw the beginning and end of your short little fling. This was not part of the advice you got from Grace or any of the other girls. In no way would you ever text any male this, except for maybe Reese because he was an absolute moron. Best friend sabotage is what this would be considered. “Reese, I’m going to close my eyes and when I open them I want you to be out of this apartment, and you can only come back after you’ve bought me lots and lots of apology fries.” Eyes closed you heard footsteps, then your front door open, and close. All of it almost distracted you from the small ding that came from your phone with the screen lighting up to show one new text message. It’d hadn’t even been five minutes from ‘your’ original text. Your eyes sprung open, and that funny feeling in your stomach returned. Heart pounding, you picked the cell phone up off your lap letting out a deep sigh. Facial recognition unlocked it within seconds, but it wasn’t really fast enough. In your head you could only imagine the rude things Mat would say about how it was kind of him to even send you a text, or maybe the text would spring back at you because he decided to block your number.        Mat Barzal: haha, what r u up to?        Mat Barzal: down to chill?        You tried not to be instantaneous with your answer and play it a little bit cooler than his double text, which honestly brought a huge grin upon your face. Suddenly you felt as if your apartment was getting warmer, was it the flush brought upon by the texts or were you just getting more and more nervous? The idea of having to pick out a cute outfit and getting out of this old ratty hoodie seemed nearly impossible which added a special level of stress. Counting down from 60 very slowly you decided you would be able to answer his text, enough time had gone by to not seem overly interested. Internally rolling your eyes at yourself for thinking waiting a whole minute was some sort of accomplishment, slowly typing a reply.        (Y/N): sure, whats the move?        Mat Barzal: finishing up @ the rink, rly craving ice cream if ur cool with that?        (Y/N): lol cheat diet already? Sounds perf.        Mat Barzal: kk cool, drop me a pin. See u in an hour?        After sending Mat your location you liked his message letting him know that worked for you. You felt like you couldn’t really waste time trying to have a conversation through text when you needed to figure out how you were going to go about an ice cream date without flashbacks to any corny and horrible middle school date you had. Just be cool was all you could tell yourself before rummaging through your closet trying not to be the dramatic girl in movies that would say she had nothing to wear with piles and piles of clothes surrounding her. Settling on a pair of your favorite “ass flattering” jeans and a plain white t-shirt. It was only ice cream, you had to remind yourself. There was no reason to do anything more, but you still added a simple necklace and one of those fancy velvet headbands they sell for way too much money after spending a solid 10 minutes scrolling through Sydney Esiason-Martin’s instagram trying to figure out what looked cool.        It was almost scary how perfectly exact Mat’s timing was. Right after an hour on the dot you heard a buzz come through to your apartment, letting you know you had a visitor. “I’ll be right down.” you voiced over the intercom, grabbing your keys and bag. It was a five floor walk up to your apartment and you didn’t want to put this boy through any more torture after a practice. You tried not to keep him waiting too long, but you also went at a slower than normal pace giving yourself enough time to breathe. It was just a boy you’d already been out with. How could this be so bad, you tried to remind yourself. He was just a silly boy dancing around shirtless at a wedding. He stood in the entryway of the apartment building looking around at the paintings on the walls, they were cheap and not well done but it gave the appearance that maybe people with money lived here. He was in a blue and orange islanders hockey t-shirt and sweats, his hair was slicked back and damp, clearly from a post practice shower. Since the last time you saw him, he was clean shaven, no little stubble that had scratched your cheeks during sneaky kisses. His hair was also freshly cut, you liked it, but you also found the long hair to be endearing. To be honest you were just so nervous and excited that you couldn’t even tell which hair you liked better, and you didn’t have time to contemplate it as he called for you. “(Y/N).” Mat said catching your eye, he stepped closer to you, bringing you in for a warm hello hug. He smelt like mint mixed with the kind of bar soap you get at hotels, yet at the same time he smelled familiar and homey. “So I was on yelp and there’s this homemade ice cream spot in and I thought maybe we could go and hang for a little.” A smirk slid upon your face maybe a little too soon, “Yelp?” you joked with Mat. Rolling his eyes, he stuck out his hand for you. “Well are we going or not, (Y/N)?” disregarding your subtle dig. Placing your hand in his you followed his lead out of the apartment lobby. Have you ever been on a first date where someone wanted to hold your hand? Maybe at the end of the date, but this was the beginning. You just silently prayed your hand wouldn’t get sweaty in the meanwhile.        It was a short drive in Mat’s white cadillac, which you had learned was the butt of many jokes. He let you take the aux cord and play whatever you wanted, which was your current September 2019 playlist. Mat was bopping along to it which gave you little butterflies in your tummy. The way his short hair flopped around and the goofy grin on his face just made your heart melt. This was a boy who in such a quick period of time made you feel like you wanted to be near him 24/7. He had an infectious personality. At one point during the car ride you thought he was singing along to Lizzo, but you didn’t want to call him out. Mat was clearly in his element and so comfortable with you that it all just felt fun and exciting. At a red light, he looked over at you and just smiled. He said nothing, but just moved his hand over to yours. Someone needed to let you know how this boy was driving with one hand, while the other was holding onto your own as his thumb traced back and forth. “Alright, I have two rules for us. First being you need to send me this playlist, and any future playlist you make. Second, don’t let me get anything larger than a medium.” You scrunched up your facing almost saying ‘are you really sure about that’ without any words “And I’m now instituting a third rule… Don’t make that face, it reminds me of my mom.” He said letting out a giant cackle. The one you had originally heard at the wedding. It was so stupid, but you liked hearing it and knowing you were the reason for it. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. - - -        “So I’m thinking two large sugar cones, one for you and one for me. I want cookies and cream, I’m not sure what you plan on having.” You said bumping your hip into Mat as you both stood overlooking the ice cream counter as the teenage girl behind it patiently waited for the official order. “I know you want it and ugh, look.” You said letting out a moan pointing at the barrel of mint chocolate chip. “It’s calling you.”        “Shut up, ice cream whisperer.” Mat chuckled bumping you right back, “We’ll get two large sugar cones. She’ll get cookies and cream, I’ll take...hm.. Buttered pecan.” The girl behind the counter just nodded and went to work as you turned to look at him letting out a small laugh. “Buttered pecan? Grandpa is that you?” you said turning up the banter with Mat. If there was something he seemed to appreciate, it was the way you were able to joke around with him. He was a hockey player for God’s sake, he loved to be chirped. “Oh for sure, I’m the hottest grandpa you’ve ever seen. Have you seen my ass in these pants?” Mat said taking his hands and lightly giving his tush a squeeze for dramatic effect, before being cut off by the now very embarrassed girl serving you ice cream. She mumbled the price and before you could even open your purse to grab your wallet Mat had already paid for it. “I’d say you’ll get it next time, but you’re a bad influence, I don’t know if there will be a next time for ice cream.” You just smiled taking a lick of ice cream, finding a table in the back corner trying to give you both a little bit of privacy so you both wouldn’t embarrass each other any longer. It was like those few weeks with no conversation between you two weren’t a thing, everything flowed naturally between you two. From conversations about your job, to what you’d rather be doing than working and him training, to what you both were currently binging on netflix. “The office is just so good. I end up crying because I’m laughing so hard just about every episode.” Mat said finishing off his ice cream. “I need to show you this episode, you have to come to my apartment.” And with that you were whisked away to the Barzal apartment. - -        It was surprisingly homey, it was all neutral toned except for bits of a royal blue that would peek out in a throw pillow or picture frame. You couldn’t help but wander the apartment (with Mat trailing), looking at the photos he had hung of his family and friends. “I like this one.” you said pointing to a picture of Mat as a kid, making some sort of silly face with who you presumed was his sister, she was practically his twin, but blonde. “You look the same, haven’t changed a bit. Still as goofy looking.” Mat’s face rolled his eyes once more, rubbing his cheeks with the palms of his hands, then reaching out for your arms holding your wrists gently as his eyes pleaded with you, “Why do you hate me?” he gently shook your arms playfully. A small giggle escaped your lips, “Has your mother ever told you when a girl makes fun of you she likes you?” you said quite boldly, taking a step closer to Mat with his hands still wrapped around your arms. He was so much taller than you, and you hadn’t really noticed until just now when you found yourself looking up at him. His eyes were this piercing green you couldn’t look away from, and you just stood for what felt like forever hoping he would get the hint and kiss you again. It only took him a second before leaning in to place a much gentler kiss than those you shared at the wedding and after party, probably because you were completely sober this time. The soft kisses turned into more passionate ones as he moved the both of you from you standing in the hallway of his apartment to lying on his couch in his living room, him gently on top of you careful not to weigh down his whole body’s weight on yours. Maybe you went on kissing him for ten minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell exactly the time. It was kind of mesmerizing, you were totally lost in this boy, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck that wasn’t as long as you had once noted. His hand slowly tracing up your side, slipping underneath your shirt. God it was only the second date, (Y/N), you tried to tell yourself, but you didn’t pull away, nor did you really try.        “Barz? Mat?” was all you heard bringing you two out of your dazed kisses. Pulling your lips away from him as the two of you sat up trying to look as innocent as possible. You didn’t think he had a roommate, but you weren’t quite sure. He really didn’t get that far, and you thought you knew all of his friends, or at least teammates you’d met at the wedding. It was an unfamiliar voice, but a shorter boy with lighter hair walked into the living room with a stupid grin on his face. It would’ve been cute if he hadn’t interrupted. Completely not even noticing you on the couch, he continued to speak, “You’ll never fucking guess who texted me today asking about you...” With that you saw Mat’s face tightened, the happy smiley Mat had disappeared within seconds and you needed to make a mental note of that. Almost as if Mat knew what the boy was going to say. “Tito…” He said distinctly to the boy now standing in front of you two on the couch, it’s like he had seen you with his peripherals but was far too excited to take note of the other human in the room. You couldn’t help, but look down at yourself trying to fix your t-shirt making sure you didn’t look silly… if the boy was to ever take note of the stranger inside Mat's apartment. “No Mat, for real, she said she wanted things to be different, she was thinking of surprising you here.”        “Tito” Mat now spoke a little bit louder and firmer than before. It was almost as if it brought his friend from the cloud of happiness that drifted on. Honestly you could tell this was a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear, and it made you a little sick. Another girl? Surprising Mat? Nothing about this sounded promising in the slightest. And it really only got worse for your feelings. “Whitney clearly fucking wants you back. You sat around all summer practically crying to me and now what…you fucking get her back!”        “Tito, this is my friend, (Y/N).” Mat said bringing this Tito character out of the clouds and back into Mat’s living room where the three of you were. Tito’s eyes just widened, face getting red. “I-uh, Hello.” He said softly unsure of what more to say.          “Mat, this was fun, but uh… I think I’m going to go now.” You said politely standing up, feeling your stomach take a turn. You didn’t even have a ride home. God, it didn’t even matter, you just wanted to leave. Clearly there was some other girl in the picture and it almost disgusted you to know that Mat could act this way with someone when he was clearly interested in some other girl. You reminded yourself once more, boys are disgusting and not to be trusted.        “(Y/N), let me give you a ride home.”        “No. I’m ok.” You said swiftly showing yourself to the door making sure not to look back at the two boys you had left in the apartment. You honestly weren’t sure how you had gotten to your apartment. It would’ve easily been a twenty minute walk, but you were in such a daze that you sat back on the couch somehow back in your own apartment, surrounded by apology fries from Reese as he tried to coax the story of your date. Maybe you should’ve just seen it coming, it was only the second date and it all felt very silly, you were crushing way too hard. You needed something like this to bring you down to earth.  As your thoughts were flying a mile a minute, a ding came from your phone. Your day ending just how it began, with a text from Mat.        Mat Barzal: hey.

[dirtydobrik]

girls trip - d.d.

plot: you and natalie are close friends and plan a girls trip to fiji. david isn’t too happy about it since he can’t come with you and he takes every opportunity to tell you that he misses you like crazy 

requested: yes, by anon! Dating david and being really good friends with nat so when you plan a girls trip david wants to come with you two and during your trip you post like bikini pics and david texts you that you look hot and he misses you and stuff :)

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously so hopefully it was similar to what you had in mind. if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message!

word count: 1808

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"Babe, do you have to go?" David whined, and you nodded, holding back laughter as you tried to pack. David had been pouting over the fact that you and Natalie were going on a weeklong girls trip since you told him about it a few weeks ago. You were going to Fiji since David can't leave the country, and Natalie wanted to make sure that your girls trip would stay a girls trip the entire time.

"It's only for a week, bub," you said, causing David to pout more. He hated when you two weren't together. He complained anytime you went anywhere without him, even it was just running out to the store or going to get your nails done. His love language was definitely quality time and you felt bad about leaving for a week, but you also needed a girls trip.

"You know I hate it when you leave," he groaned, reaching his arms out and wrapping them around your waist and pulling you on to the bed with him. You hardly ever slept at your own place since you were always with David and he begged you to stay at his house night after night.

"Trust me, I know," you giggled, planting a kiss on his forehead. "I hate leaving you, too."

"So then don't go," David suggested.

"Not happening," you smirked, weaseling out of David's grip and returning to packing. You were probably packing way too much, but you needed options even though you would probably borrow Natalie's clothes.

"Why couldn’t you guys do a girls trip to Malibu or something? Why does it have to be Fiji?"

"So you can't come crash it, Mr. Illegal Immigrant," you teased, tossing a pair of sandals into your suitcase.

"But Fiji is so far," he grumbled. "David, you're going to be fine. I promise." He pouted again, and you gave him a quick peck.

 The next morning you woke up in David's bed. You untangled yourself from him and hopped in the shower. You and Natalie had to leave for the airport at 9am, and it was already 8:20. By the time you were showered and dressed, Natalie had made breakfast but David was still asleep, even though he was driving you to the airport. You quickly ate before going to wake David up.

"David, wake up," you whispered, crouching down next to him. He rolled over so he was facing you, but kept his eyes closed, not wanting to have you and Natalie leave.

Once David was awake, he carried Natalie's suitcase out to his car. A few minutes later, you were on your way to the airport. David recorded a bit for his vlog about how he was going to be without his two girls for a week, and to not blame him if his life is a mess for the next week. You and Natalie were chatting about how much fun you were going to have when you noticed David's jaw tighten out of the corner of your eye. You reached over gave David's hand a squeeze, his face relaxing for a moment, but quickly tensing up again.

When you finally got to the airport and he stopped the car to drop you off, you asked Natalie to give you and David a minute alone. She nodded, hopping out of the car as you turned to face David.

"You okay, bub?" you asked, and he nodded. But you knew he was lying. You two hadn’t spent more than four nights apart since you started dating six months ago, so a week was going to be hard on both of you.

"Call me every night, okay?" David phrased it as a question but it was more of a demand. You agreed, leaning over and giving him a hug.

"See you in a week," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe." You gave him a kiss before climbing out of the car and rejoining Natalie. You both grabbed your suitcases from the trunk and David came out with his camera to say goodbye. He gave both of you hugs before telling you to hurry so you don't miss your flight.

 Once you and Natalie landed in Fiji, both you and Natalie already had multiple missed calls and texts from David asking if you were alive.

"Let's ignore him for now," Natalie suggested, annoyed that David was being so clingy. She wanted a getaway and had no desire to be listening to David. You reluctantly agreed, sending him a quick text that your flight landed and that you would call him when you had a minute before putting silencing your phone and putting it in your back pocket. You and Natalie collected your luggage and went outside, immediately engulfed by the heat and the humidity. You called a cab and headed to your villa, which was right on the water. It had two small bedrooms and one bathroom, and Natalie called dibs on showering first. While she was showering, you took your phone out to take a few photos to share with David so he knew you two had made it safely. He wanted to call you, but you heard the water turn off and put your phone away. You took a quick shower to rinse off from the long day of traveling before changing into your pajamas and getting into bed. You were both exhausted and it was late, so you decided to get some rest to take full advantage of tomorrow.

The following morning you ordered oatmeal and fresh fruit for breakfast, which you quickly scarfed down. You then changed into a solid black bikini as Natalie put on a cheetah print one, both of you wearing jean shorts and sandals.

You posed for a quick mirror selfie to post on your Instagram story and then headed down to the beach, leaving your phone behind. The two of you went right to the bar to get a couple drinks since that was the only proper way to celebrate the start of a vacation. You two had a relaxing day on the beach, enjoying the peace and quiet you never experienced around David. Over the next few days, you stayed off of your phone for the most part, having nightly facetime calls with David to catch up, but you kept those short since you and Natalie went out drinking at night.

Four days into your trip, you and Natalie had a photoshoot earlier in the day to get cute pictures. You had her take a few risqué photos of you to send to David, but kept them appropriate for the most part. You posted a collection of photos of you in a bikini on your Instagram and sent David the risqué photos Natalie took of you.

A few minutes later you got a series of texts from David talking about how hot you are.

david❤ : you are so hot

david❤ : jesus how did I get so lucky

david❤ : goddamn you're hot

david❤ : come home now

david❤: baby I miss youuu

You decided to facetime him since Natalie was in the other room. "Hi Dave," you smiled when he answered. You were still in your bikini since you hadn’t had a chance to shower yet.

"Hi, baby," he grinned, admiring how you looked in the swimsuit. You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed out.

You two talked for a while, David mostly rambling about how hot you looked in the pictures you sent him.

"David, we know your girlfriend is hot. You don’t have to keep saying it," Natalie sighed. She had waltzed into your room a few minutes ago and was now sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you to hang up so you could make plans for the night. You giggled at her comment, but David was unamused.

"Nat, leave him alone. You know I need the ego boost," you said and Natalie rolled her eyes. "Can I call you back later?" you asked, focusing on David again.

"Yeah, I'll be up all night editing so I'll need some company," David pouted, suddenly hit with a wave of missing you. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Dave. I love you."

"I love you, too, babe," David said, blowing you a kiss. You giggled and blew him one back. You two exchanged goodbyes and you hung up and turned to Natalie.

You and Natalie talked about your plans for the night, which included dinner and the beach bar. You had made friends with a few other girls that you would probably meet up with tonight at the bar. You showered and changed into an outfit appropriate for dinner and drinks with the girls before heading out with Natalie.

 The rest of the trip flew by and pretty soon you and Natalie were packing to go home. It was a much needed girls trip, but you were excited to get back to LA and, more importantly, David. Your flight home felt endless, and you were getting butterflies about seeing David. You missed him so much and you were ready to hug him and never let him go. When the plane finally landed, you and Natalie headed to baggage claim to find your luggage and David, who wanted to pick you guys up. You saw him with his camera in hand and sprinted over to hug him. A huge smile splashed across his face when he noticed you and he held him arms out.

"How was your trip?" he asked, looking between you and Natalie.

"Felt great to get away from you," Natalie smirked.

"Well, I missed you, babe," you replied, and he smiled at you.

"Thank you. I missed you, too," David said, giving you a quick kiss.

"Ugh, get a room you two," Natalie groaned as she walked away to pick up her suitcase.

By the time you got back to David's house, you were half asleep. The traffic was brutal and it took much longer than it should've. You followed David and Natalie inside, ready to collapse on to the first comfy surface you see. You found yourself on the couch a few moments later. Natalie had gone into her room to go to bed, and David plopped down on the couch next to you. You rested your head on his chest and your eyes fluttered shut as David wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in to him.

"Did you have a good trip?" David asked, and you hummed in response, too tired to talk.

"You missed me, right? Because I missed you like crazy." You hummed again, before falling asleep. David placed a kiss on the top of your head and let out a content sigh, happy to have you back in his arms.